Every day, after finishing my lecture, I would pass a large construction site around 5 PM. There, I often saw the children of labourers playing happily.
Their favourite game was to form a train. One child would be the engine, while the others would follow like bogies, holding on to the shirt of the child in front. Since everyone wanted to be the engine, they would take turns.
But one little boy was always the guard, waving a green cloth. He never insisted on becoming the engine.
Curious, I approached him one day and asked, “Son, don't you ever feel like becoming the engine?”
Without hesitation, he replied, “No.”
“Why not?” I asked.
With the utmost innocence, he answered:
“If I become the engine, the other boys will have to hold on to my shirt. But I don't have a shirt!”
I was speechless.
The little boy quietly returned to his game, happily waving his green flag as the train chugged along.
His simple words touched me deeply. Here was a child who had so little, yet was not complaining about what he lacked. He had found a way to enjoy life with what he had.
What a profound lesson from such an innocent child!
We often measure happiness by our possessions, positions, achievements and the things we wish we had. We complain about what is missing from our lives and forget to appreciate what we already possess.
But this little boy taught me that happiness does not always come from having more; it often comes from making the most of what we have.
Life may not give us everything we desire. Yet, we can choose to live with gratitude, dignity and joy.
This is the *"THE ART OF LIVING".*ππ»πΉ
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