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My superpower? My smile.

Hey people,
Well , non sense alert. When am not running around in my emergency , in ambulances, doing life saver courses , studies , conferences( will end the bragging here) what I do is ... I think, overthink... To an extent that my mind gets exhausted I doze off sleeping. 

So tonight whats the overthinking about...
It's about superpower.
What superpower am I talking about here?
Something that makes you superior above others. Don't go by the urban dictionary it has the sleaziest meanings.

Something you show and get over difficult situation. Something you think will stay with you but it's your short-sightedness . 

Something I thought I possessed was in my personality.
I thought it would be with me. My smile.
Even in the worst imagination I thought I would lose money , status , people but not my smile.

Few months back , I lost it. I just woke up to not having it at all. I now know how it feels like to have your superpowers taken away from you. No notification, just lost. 

They say right, when you don't have it fake it. I try faking it . But you cannot wear masks for a long time when you're used to being original all time. 

I now know how it feels like to have a hundred things in mind and not speak anything or just speak anything to avoid talking about.

What next? What would one do to gain back power that was thought last forever?
Chase... What else would you do?
Chase till you find it, cage it and not let it go.
Because we only value things when they're gone.

So far so much
Well I know too much 
Bye.
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