It’s 6 in the morning and I stroll for a quiet walk outside.
A gentle breeze passes, a soft melody with the tendency to heal. The splashing of the waves heard in a faint hum. The beach road was deserted except for couples walking peacefully hand in hand.
The rays of sunshine illuminate my skin and my eyes close due to the sudden exposure. But the warmth is nice. It’s like the sun wants to hug me.
When I was little, as every other child growing up, I used to ask my parents why should I study and they replied to earn. I would then ask why should I earn and the answer would be that you can buy things you want and be happy.
I was 10 years old at that time. Happiness to me was playing at the ground with my cousins, swimming, cycling, just wandering around with no limit. With no stress.
But this definition of happiness which I heard, now it makes me think. I am surrounded by people who earn well, but yet are all those people happy?
It makes one wonder isn’t it.
When we go out, we are surrounded by expensive, luxurious products, brands which makes us sell ourselves to it.
It builds on a fire within the young hearts, the will to earn, the desire to rise to a level where we shop without looking at price tags.
Looking back, I couldn’t help but compare the bright intimidating shopping brands to the innocent cheerful kids playing in the fields.
Are we losing our happiness in the journey of earning it?
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