The recent trip in Chiang Mai made me realise one thing.
That I'm darn lucky. Period.
I was looking at the poor kids playing on the streets with their parents, wearing tattered clothes, looking dirty. And chances are that they'd most likely continue their childhood with their parents at the night market stall, and perhaps even to take over when their parents retire.
And that's how most likely they'd live their lives.
And I could just be that one. That one sitting there selling drinks.
Have you wonder why are you born in Singapore, met who you met, being who you are and owning what you have - all in this little red dot, which is so tiny that it is not even bigger than most cities in the world?
So now, I'm counting my blessings. It's time to stop complaining and start appreciating.
2 comments:
actually i find these poorer people are far happier than most people I see in Singapore.
They may be poor in the material sense but far richer in spirit and in life.
I volunteered at a Batam orphanage last year and there were S'porean kids who accompanied their volunteer parents. The batam kids laughed and played like how kids should, they were so thrilled by the simple toys we brought them...
the Singaporean kids playing with them? They were like dead man walking
Well, it is this wealth that allows us to be exposed to other parts of the world to see, and appreciate what we really have, isn't it?
I agree with you on our kids... and perhaps, happiness means different things to different people. Given a choice, I still prefer where I am now.
It is through what I have that I hope to be able to give to the poorer mankind. The altruism makes me happier too! :)
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