I’ve been stalking “Humans of New York” facebook page for quite a long time and I get pretty excited when they have just turned to a whole new section capturing moments of Vietnamese people all country round. The idea of posting picture of a random person with their little story in a few words totally amazes me as I think we all see parts of ourselves reflected in some those people and therefore become more sympathetic and more noble in our heart. Besides, setting aside all the false delusion of fame, I guess if you pay attention you would see every normal human-being has a beautiful part somewhere that should be shared, understood and cherished.
A recent picture that receives several likes and shares depicts a girl – a worker with an innocent and sad face – whose answer to the question: “Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?” was something simple yet instantly brought me to tears: “Everyday when I get home from work.”
She’s so lucky to be happy every single day. Yet she’s also a poor girl because she doesn’t have a personal happiness that has nothing to do with work. I mean her happiness seems to be just the flip side of constant pressure and boredom. If she couldn’t find something else beyond these two status of life, that would be tragic. Well, at least that’s what I thought at first.
Then, a question just stroke me: “Who am I to be judging her like that?” Happiness is something subjective and relatively-defined. Not only does it vary among different individuals, but it also constantly changes in every single stage of our life. After all, we’re not alone in the quest for happiness. “It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther … And one fine morning – …” – “The Great Gasby” by Scott Fitzgerald.
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