When The Clown Cries

July 13th, 2009

Right in the middle of nowhere, an idea touched me: I was born to make people happy. And why not? Through the years I feel this natural knack for putting people at ease, making them comfortable even during the first conversation, treating them as if long lost friends.

But reality knocks me down — even clowns need to shed off their smiles once in a while. To nurse their own wounds, and feel the inevitable pain that goes with it.