The Infinite Smile of the World

Dalgalar lived in a world that was not different in its space but in the way he perceived it. Where others saw only the mundane, he discovered miracles. Where others saw only shadows fading under the evening sun, he perceived the depth, permanence, and beauty of every moment. The world he moved in was not governed by the rush for things that come and go like the wind in the treetops. For him, every face was a marvel, and every heart a flame capable of dispelling even the deepest darkness.

When Dalgalar looked at people, he didn’t see their clothes, possessions, or the roles they assigned to themselves. He looked into their eyes, those silent wells that can reveal the soul's secrets if you gaze into them long enough. To him, a visible smile wasn’t just the movement of lips. It was a circle a vast, infinite circle that began with one smile and seamlessly transitioned into the next. One smile embraced another, continuing until it wrapped the whole world in its gentle warmth.

In his world, people spoke more with smiles than with words. One glance, one gentle lifting of the corners of the mouth, and suddenly, everything was said: I am here. You are here. Everything is as it should be. This quiet language was more powerful than all the words that typically dissolve into the noise of the world.

Dalgalar saw people’s hearts differently than others. They weren’t closed vessels waiting to be filled, but outstretched arms, ready to embrace and give. In their rhythm, he heard music a delicate melody connecting souls and saying: We are here for one another.

As Dalgalar observed this world, he knew he was free. He was not a slave to the things that could bind him. He didn’t need to own to be happy, nor hoard to feel secure. His wealth lay in what he could give, not in what he could take.

One day, a stranger came to him a man from a world full of rush, desires, and hollow goals. “How can you be so calm?” he asked. “You have nothing, yet you seem as if you lack nothing. How can you live without fear of losing even the little you have?”

Dalgalar looked at him, and his smile was like the first ray of morning, gently warming the cold earth. “What I truly have,” he said, “no one can take away. And what I don’t have, I don’t truly need.”

“But why?” the stranger sat beside him. “In my world, everyone runs after something. Having more means being more. How can you be sure you are enough if you own nothing?”

Dalgalar raised his hand and pointed to the nearby river. “Look at that water. The river owns nothing, yet it is full. It doesn’t need to gather to be a river. It knows its strength lies in giving. Every drop that passes is a gift from the earth, a gift from the sky, and it passes them on to nourish fields, quench animals, or fill another river. It’s a circle. The same circle as a smile.”

“A smile?” the stranger frowned. “How can a smile be a circle?”

Dalgalar smiled, and with that smile, another circle began. “When you smile, you give a part of yourself to someone else. And that part doesn’t stay still. It lights up a smile on another face, which then touches others. A smile is like light, spreading without boundaries. An infinite circle that connects people until it covers the entire world.”

The stranger pondered, and his hands slowly relaxed. “But what about fear?” he asked after a while. “How can you be free if you don’t know what tomorrow will bring?”

Dalgalar picked up a fallen leaf from the ground. Its veins glowed in the light, as if carrying the secrets of the entire universe. “Look at this leaf,” he said. “It doesn’t ask when the wind will carry it away or when the earth will take it back. It lives in the moment where it is. It knows its essence is eternal, even as its form changes. Freedom isn’t in knowing what will come. Freedom is in trusting that whatever comes will be right.”

The stranger’s eyes softened. “In my world, they taught me that freedom lies in what I can afford to own. But the more I owned, the more trapped I felt. How can I find peace?”

Dalgalar pointed to the horizon where the sun was setting behind the mountains. “Freedom isn’t in what you own,” he whispered, so softly that the words were not heard by ears but resonated deep within the soul. “It’s in what you give. When you own something, the fear of losing it binds you. But when you give, you are like the river; you never run empty because your wealth flows forward.”

The stranger watched the setting sun for a while. His face changed; the wrinkles disappeared, and his eyes reflected something new, something that wasn’t there before. Perhaps gratitude. Perhaps peace.

“How can I learn to see the world as you do?” he finally asked.

Dalgalar laughed a deep, heartfelt laugh that resembled the rustling wind in the treetops. “The world I  see is already here. There’s nothing you need to find. Just open your eyes and look not for things but for people. Seek smiles, not profit. Look for the light in others’ eyes, not the reflection of gold. And when you look at it this way, you’ll see that everything you were searching for is already yours.”

The stranger smiled for the first time, genuinely, peacefully. And with that smile, a new circle began. He remained silent, but his soul was filled with an unexpected relief. In a world where he had sought answers in possessions and achievements, he found truth in these simple words. What if freedom truly lies in what we can give, not in what we can gain?

For many, Dalgalar was a light, quiet yet unquenchable. He showed the way by walking it himself, slowly, calmly, without hurry. He taught people that beauty isn’t in what we can possess but in what we can create. Love, a smile, a gaze that soothes, these small acts held the power to transform the world.

The world Dalgalar saw is already here. All it takes is to open our eyes and discover the infinite smile of  the world. Perhaps then, we’ll understand that the true meaning of life lies in how we share it. And freedom lies in doing so with an open heart.