Saturday, March 14, 2009

And All I Want Was The Simple Things

On those train rides home, I often have nothing to do for seven minutes but to either stare into space or at the people around me. And most of the time, what I see leads me to think.

I see lots of quasi-simple people; simple as in appearance-wise. I don't mean in any way that is to be interpreted as negative. I just mean people who do not seem to live for the material things in life. I know the whole spiel about not judging by appearances, but I suppose sometimes you can, to a certain extent. These people are dressed simply, carrying minimal accessories, and perhaps a bulky handphone circa early 90s. Such observations are humbling for obvious reasons. You can't help but wonder if they are indeed satisfied with living life the way they do.
I like to assume that they are.

Can money really buy happiness? Well, perhaps. But most of the time the effect is only temporary. Just because humans are fickle creatures. Today's treasure is tomorrow's trash.

So I look at the amount of things I've amassed thus far, be it clothes, gadgets, whatever - and then I look inside myself. Am I happy?

I need not even hesitate, for my answer's been the same for a very long time.

Posted by stash at 4:00 PM