One day, when I was purchasing a gift from a shop, a woman came and asked the shopkeeper for an electronic toy car. That shopkeeper showed her a number of cars, each one with a different functionality. But the kid with her found a simple key chain with little stars hanging on it, more attractive and kept insisting on buying that. That lady was a little surprised with his erratic behaviour and tried all her efforts to convince him to buy some child like toy, but he did not yield. She finally had to buy that key ring only. The happiness was immense. The boy grinned with joy and showed me his latest win.
This incidence reminded me my own childhood days.
Those carefree days, when I used to go with my mom for her shopping! Generally it used to be a big list of items when we begin from home, but after surfing all the market we always ended up buying only few of them. In the process all kinds of market surveys used to happen, to find out the cheapest, best looking and durable option. I did not have any interest in feminine products and still spending hours for their search used to annoy me a lot. My eyes always used to search for some toyshop, or some chat shop, and it used to be even worse when I had to pass over it without a halt. But it was not always when she disappointed me and sometimes she used to get me one. That immense feeling of happiness I used to get is unexplainable.
A little me and little my expectations. So were the causes of my happiness.
Days passed and things changed drastically. So did my expectations. Small things no more make me any happy. I have learnt to fight for what ever I do not have now. Day by day the cause of my happiness is becoming expensive and hard to achieve, and the amount of enjoyment is becoming even lesser. I don’t know, when did I start feeling those small bits of happiness I used to collect in my childhood are not sufficient for me, now?
In the race to achieve (I don't know what?) I kept skipping those small happy moments, which could have filled my life like stars in the sky. There has never been any end to desire, but sometimes I stay and think what I have at present was my dream of gone days, makes me feel really happy and achieved.
My mom knew that a cheap purchase can be the best buy, but I still have to learn.
This incidence reminded me my own childhood days.
Those carefree days, when I used to go with my mom for her shopping! Generally it used to be a big list of items when we begin from home, but after surfing all the market we always ended up buying only few of them. In the process all kinds of market surveys used to happen, to find out the cheapest, best looking and durable option. I did not have any interest in feminine products and still spending hours for their search used to annoy me a lot. My eyes always used to search for some toyshop, or some chat shop, and it used to be even worse when I had to pass over it without a halt. But it was not always when she disappointed me and sometimes she used to get me one. That immense feeling of happiness I used to get is unexplainable.
A little me and little my expectations. So were the causes of my happiness.
Days passed and things changed drastically. So did my expectations. Small things no more make me any happy. I have learnt to fight for what ever I do not have now. Day by day the cause of my happiness is becoming expensive and hard to achieve, and the amount of enjoyment is becoming even lesser. I don’t know, when did I start feeling those small bits of happiness I used to collect in my childhood are not sufficient for me, now?
In the race to achieve (I don't know what?) I kept skipping those small happy moments, which could have filled my life like stars in the sky. There has never been any end to desire, but sometimes I stay and think what I have at present was my dream of gone days, makes me feel really happy and achieved.
My mom knew that a cheap purchase can be the best buy, but I still have to learn.
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