There was a kid once. Aged five, in the primitive years of his life. He was young, his age shaping him up like a potter shapes up clay; smoothly and swiftly. He ran around in lush green gardens with his mom by his side. Holding his hand she played along with him, rolling in thick green grass and hiding behind well-watered trees while one searched for the other. He wasn't a pricey kid to please. Simple things gave him more joy than he needed. A well-sized balloon would do over a remote control car. Holding his mother's hand would make him happier than holding a chocolate bar in his hand.
He soon grew up. In his adolescence, his thoughts shaped him up like a sculptor shapes his statues; brutally but emphatically. His interests bent towards having a good time with friends, and spending the remainder of his time in front of the computer. His thoughts tugged at him to do something more productive, but he found his solace amongst what every teenage kid does. And slowly along the years of life and living, he forgot the type of joy that he once used to get from the simple pleasures of life.
But he grew up further, and with time, his life passed him by. He now was supported with the comfort of an antique rocking chair, sitting under the shade of a creaking ceiling fan. He stared outside the window and into the sun, and realised how the sun seemed the same as it did forty years ago, when he used to play outside in the gardens with his mother. He had a daughter now, aged five, her age shaping her up like a potter shapes up clay; smoothly and swiftly. She gave him a faint call from outside the house, inviting him to play with her. Thinking it would brighten her day, he took along with him a bar of chocolate and offered it to her when he went outside. She refused and took his hand instead, and wore the same smile that he used to when he held his mother's hand, forty years ago.
We have a habit of relating happiness to worldly things like money or fame, thinking that a mine of gold will give us more happiness than what we feel when we wake up to the company of someone we love. In a world where practicality rules above all, we think that buying a Mercedez might give us more joy than having a peaceful walk on the beach while watching the sun sink in the water. Happiness and the pursuit of it remains different for different people, but the bottom line for it remains the same. Peace of mind. A person can spend a fortune in pursuit of some peace of mind, whereas someone who has the company of loved ones or a friend to count on need not require money for it at all. A smile can work wonders and brighten up someone's moment, or a tight hug can turn someone's day around. Every action that we perform throughout the events of our life revolve around either giving or gaining some happiness. The only question is, at what cost? In the end, we all have to make peace with the angels and demons that live within us. And in the end, we take nothing that we've earned throughout life with us to the grave,
except for our peace of mind.
He soon grew up. In his adolescence, his thoughts shaped him up like a sculptor shapes his statues; brutally but emphatically. His interests bent towards having a good time with friends, and spending the remainder of his time in front of the computer. His thoughts tugged at him to do something more productive, but he found his solace amongst what every teenage kid does. And slowly along the years of life and living, he forgot the type of joy that he once used to get from the simple pleasures of life.
But he grew up further, and with time, his life passed him by. He now was supported with the comfort of an antique rocking chair, sitting under the shade of a creaking ceiling fan. He stared outside the window and into the sun, and realised how the sun seemed the same as it did forty years ago, when he used to play outside in the gardens with his mother. He had a daughter now, aged five, her age shaping her up like a potter shapes up clay; smoothly and swiftly. She gave him a faint call from outside the house, inviting him to play with her. Thinking it would brighten her day, he took along with him a bar of chocolate and offered it to her when he went outside. She refused and took his hand instead, and wore the same smile that he used to when he held his mother's hand, forty years ago.
We have a habit of relating happiness to worldly things like money or fame, thinking that a mine of gold will give us more happiness than what we feel when we wake up to the company of someone we love. In a world where practicality rules above all, we think that buying a Mercedez might give us more joy than having a peaceful walk on the beach while watching the sun sink in the water. Happiness and the pursuit of it remains different for different people, but the bottom line for it remains the same. Peace of mind. A person can spend a fortune in pursuit of some peace of mind, whereas someone who has the company of loved ones or a friend to count on need not require money for it at all. A smile can work wonders and brighten up someone's moment, or a tight hug can turn someone's day around. Every action that we perform throughout the events of our life revolve around either giving or gaining some happiness. The only question is, at what cost? In the end, we all have to make peace with the angels and demons that live within us. And in the end, we take nothing that we've earned throughout life with us to the grave,
except for our peace of mind.
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