There’s something about it. Something that’s so blatant yet so easy to miss. It is the first thing you see, but who really looks at it? It’s there. It smiles. It talks. It screams what it wants you to hear.
But look closer. Listen closer. It’ll tell you so much more.
In the brow: discontent, age, unhappiness, wisdom, concern, distress. A history. A lifetime that’s left marks and wrinkles beyond our control. They are the effect. They hold the story of a cause. A cause that may never be spoken of but can never be hidden.
Deep in the eyes: thoughts, memories, fear, joy, a sense of direction, self-awareness. Or a lack thereof. They hold more knowledge than anyone could ever express in words. A sparkle. An entire entity that holds more life than we can grasp.
Muscles that shape it—that work together to convey every emotion in the heart and mind. The mind will force one. The heart, however, will create the foundation. A forced smile will not look right. Fake tears will not move a mountain. These things contort the soul. Do more harm than good. They might do the job, but a person who sincerely looks can see through them. Pure joy. True fear. Anger. These things radiate. They are beautiful. They are genuine. Their structure is solid, not improvised.