I’ve always done things for people, REALLY. But do I do so with good, selfless intentions? Most definitely not. I’ve done and always will do things for people, but I do it expecting something in return. It’s something I can’t produce on my own, something that my life feels so empty without. I do things for people because I need a smile.
A human smile harbors a goldmine of “desirables:” acceptance, satisfaction, and acknowledgment to name a few. For as long as I can remember, everything and anything I’ve ever done, I did expecting to see some smiles: smiles of jealousy, smiles of awe, smiles of affection, and perhaps even of gall.
You say I am a glory hound, a whore of attention. Wouldn’t you agree though that accomplishments are made accomplishments by those that share in your success? How can scientists take pride in discovering an alien civilization when they live in a world that doesn’t care for life outside Earth? How can athletes experience the competitive hunger in a stadium of empty stands, silence broken only from the huffs and puffs of men and women who don’t know why they are doing what they are doing. People give you a reason to do something. With people, there are those to impress, those to overcome, those to shock, and those to receive you. Humans wield a powerful weapon when they brandish their smiles; they’re giving you a reason to keep doing what you are doing.
I study so that my parents will smile and well with pride. I swim hard, so hard that athletes will smile at my iron determination. I devote myself to a girl so that she would smile in appreciation, in adoration, and in exclusive desire. I do what I do for people because without them, there’s nobody to pat my back. It’s a necessity—I need your smile.