Sunday, 6 November 2011


Yesterday, I saw a photograph of my sister, son and I at the swimming pool from this past summer.   We were all smiling.

Looking at it, I didn't recognise the person in the photo.  She was smiling and appeared happy. That person was me, but the outer me. Not the inner me.

I know I smile... it's a reflex... but the lack of happiness is frustrating.  The smile was hollow. Empty. Meaningless.