He Who Made Me Smile

While my father had his campaign, I was busy taking pictures. I saw a little boy in a tattered shirt. He had no slippers on. He seemed to be listening with my father’s every word. A bit amazed, I took a picture of him. Such an innocent face! At tender age, he was aware of what is going on with our society. I smiled when I saw how happy he was when he ate the food we prepared for them. While I was looking at him, I was filled with remorse. I was anxious to go home right away that day so I could go to my favorite mall and shop. I wanted to buy a dress. I just love the excitement I felt every time I go home with a new dress. It’s like “I feel so pretty when I am wearing them.” No wonder, I am so eager to fill my closet with new dresses. Yes, I spent lots of money for my clothes! Only that, they gave me a momentarily burst of joy. I was so eager to make myself feel pretty everyday, yet I am not interested with what is going on with our society. It’s like “to hell with them.” “I don’t care.” “Anyway, who cares?” “Why would I care?”Looking back at the boy, he smiled at me. That very moment the boy taught me something. Life is simple yet it is I who insists to make it complicated. For me, it seems that things are out of control. Perhaps I am too overwhelmed with material world and that is why it is too difficult for me to handle life. Such attachment deprived me of living life with harmony. There is always been a search of how to make lots of money well in fact there is a less time of seeking true happiness. There’s so much happiness in every small things. Such happiness I felt from that little boy.

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