I have been journaling during this trip and from time to time I have been so moved to write my thoughts quickly as only at that moment do I feel I can truly grasp what I’m thinking, feeling etc. This usually results in people wondering why I’m grinding into my small notebook like it’s my lovely hood or wondering why I’m sitting on the floor which is usually the spot I find to write when moments like this happen.
In this picture I journaled about a boy probably no older than 13 who I saw on my first day in #Kotor #Montenegro. The first time I passed him by the port I said a little prayer for him as I noticed he was mentally challenged. The second time I passed him I noticed that both times I saw him he had his head down. I was 💔. The floor isn’t pretty, the floor won’t smile at you. I desperately wanted him to glance up as I passed him the second time as I wanted to smile at him, I wanted him to see how pretty the Kotor port was but he sadly didn’t. I say this story to remind people that if you catch yourself staring at the floor, don’t forget to glance up. You never know if a #smile is waiting for you and if you catch someone staring at the floor and they glance up don’t forget to smile. #smilesarepowerful
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