I do not even laugh for a reason, and isn’t this the very source of the most stubborn laughter?

 People are greeted only by a face that never smiles. Yet behind that mask, it keeps laughing at everything. Not ironically, but genuinely. And when it returns to its solitude, it tears off the mask and lets its joyful laughter show freely. I do not even laugh for a reason, and isn’t this the very source of the most stubborn laughter? This is the gift of the deepest sorrows, the highest form of laughter for me—and no one else can experience it. If others were to see this secret life and its private joys, all that beauty would be trampled. Only I will ever know how happy I am when I am alone.