Protests in Greece, shelling of innocent civilians in Bani Walid, hurt little girl struggling for her life in the U.K., orphaned child in Syria and yet they all still manage to smile through their tears, through their pain, and through their loss.
We are a creature of habits or maybe that smile is our saving grace? Maybe...
We smile to ease our suffering, we smile to lull our senses, we smile to win support and even save our lives. We smile to conjure sympathy, we smile to beg for mercy, we smile for redemption, we smile to a baby learning to walk, and we smile to an old man on his cane. We smile for the picture with the apocalyptic background, we smile for the people torn by war and they smile back.
What happens though when those smiles are used up, when the bulb is burned, and when the glimmer and hope is gone? What happens when the mask is ripped off our face and stampeded on? What happens when there is no tomorrow and all is lost?
Desperation sets in and chaos reins and grows like a weed with tentacles reaching far down in our being and souls. We become indifferent, we become stoic, we lose our humanity and we are plagued by a sinister being familiar and yet strange; a being that wants to be fed those smiles, a being that rejects humanity and paradise, a being that is lost to God and welcomed by the devil, a human in form but void in light, a human bent on revenge and destruction, a death-row prisoner bent on recruiting, a nothing and an all....
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