Today is 29 March. The wind is blowing and the little snowflakes are dancing in the sky. The spring snowflakes differ from the winter. They remind me the feathers – so white, light and fluffy. It’s seems like someone has torn a pillow somewhere in the sky, and now, these little icy feathers are whirling in a dance of wind.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Sometimes people don’t understand how happy they are! They eat their pain and repeat in their heads again and again the worst things that had happened with them. They complain that they don’t have anything, only because they don’t have everything.
Why we do so? Why we just cannot be grateful for the things that we have? Why we just cannot be grateful for life that was granted to us? Why we make our lives so complicated?
My friend had recently retailed me the conversation that she had heard in the bus. It was between the little boy and his mother. He told her: ‘I have a father, a mother, two grandmothers, and a grandfather. I am so rich…’