Life : Happiness come easy?

 

I was looking at two kids playing with a puddle of water the other day.

Using their little feet to draw faces on the grey pavements.

They looked - happy.

Without caring about what their parents will say about their soiled feet.

Without caring about how the passerbys may have thought about them.

And even if the silly faces they drew on the pavement will evaporate soon,

Their happiness was so simple.

 

So why is it, as we grow older, that our happiness gets more complicated.

I mean, let's be honest.

If it was a grown man drawing silly faces with his feet on pavements,

we might have thought he burnt a couple of brain circuits.

 

Since when have we limited our happiness to things that we think matters?

the cars, big houses, more shoes than your closet can fit.

now i'm not saying they are not important.

but since when have they become our limitation to happiness?

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