Why do I smile?

Why do I smile?

Is it because I have won?
because I haven't.

Is it because my life is tranquil?
because it isn't.

Is it because it is me she shows her smile?
Is it because he thinks he is funny?

Is it because at it's core - I enjoy life -
My life

I am smiling.

Story Snippets #1:

Starlight dripped from the tip of his blade as the dust rippled across the ground. It was almost as if you could see his concentration, blue in shade, taking shape just as the mountain reaches for the gods. His hair was dark and, where it usually hung to his shoulders, now billowed radially outwards. He was wearing a tight, black silk t-shirt; the muscles of his chest seemed etched in marble. His pants, likewise, free-flowing to the ground where they met the black leather of his boots, were also black silk. He jumped, and disappeared from my sight.