Swaying in rhythm with the commuter train, I can't help thinking of what others in the carriage might think of. Are they happy? Is there any unshed tears in those faces? I know, that is not my damn business! Yet, those silly queries linger.
Getting out of the station, queueing to get out, some street peddlers and buskers welcomed the snaking commuters. Some wearily sang melody out of tunes, hoping commuters might throw their lucky coins. A few with slumped shoulders just stood by their goods, relying on the good samaritans to make a deal. Yet, many with cheerful faces made a good offer to attract buyers, smiling genuinely all the while.
Are they happy despite their financial shortcoming? Even happier than the commuters who folded their faces, wrinkled with exhaustion?
There is always a nag in my feelings to feel the everyday stage of life in my commuting. Poverty is on display in every nook and cranny of any streets I passed by. Yet, there always exist an ounce of happiness in such places. It is sometimes better than a pound of gold in high-walled luxurious mansions.
In a world where misery, poverty, famine, malnutrition, conflicts and wars, natural disaster and catastrophe linger, diseases and plagues, happiness seem a distant away. Yet, there is always something alluring beautiful in such places where happiness come to pay a visit.
Everyone has moments of uncertainty, sadness, breakdown and despair. It's what makes us human. However, finding your own sense of happiness can make a liberating difference.
Sometimes and often, happiness is the accumulation of any small meaningful moments we have. Remain present in each moment. Just take time to feel, see, hear and touch the world around you. And perhaps make a different in any soul you touch.
What is then happiness to you?
Getting out of the station, queueing to get out, some street peddlers and buskers welcomed the snaking commuters. Some wearily sang melody out of tunes, hoping commuters might throw their lucky coins. A few with slumped shoulders just stood by their goods, relying on the good samaritans to make a deal. Yet, many with cheerful faces made a good offer to attract buyers, smiling genuinely all the while.
Are they happy despite their financial shortcoming? Even happier than the commuters who folded their faces, wrinkled with exhaustion?
There is always a nag in my feelings to feel the everyday stage of life in my commuting. Poverty is on display in every nook and cranny of any streets I passed by. Yet, there always exist an ounce of happiness in such places. It is sometimes better than a pound of gold in high-walled luxurious mansions.
In a world where misery, poverty, famine, malnutrition, conflicts and wars, natural disaster and catastrophe linger, diseases and plagues, happiness seem a distant away. Yet, there is always something alluring beautiful in such places where happiness come to pay a visit.
Everyone has moments of uncertainty, sadness, breakdown and despair. It's what makes us human. However, finding your own sense of happiness can make a liberating difference.
Sometimes and often, happiness is the accumulation of any small meaningful moments we have. Remain present in each moment. Just take time to feel, see, hear and touch the world around you. And perhaps make a different in any soul you touch.
What is then happiness to you?
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