hey.. I just read an email and it's really meaningful in my opinion. shall paste it in here. =)
The story of happinessOnce upon a time, there lived a kind hearted man. After he died, heascendinto the heavens and became an angel. After becoming an angel, he oftencomes down to earth and help those to attain happiness.Once, he met a farmer who was sulking. He told the angel that his bulljust died and he couldn't plough the fields. The angel gave the farmerhealthy bull. The farmer was very happy and the angel could feel hishappiness.Another time, he met a young man who was despondent. He told the angelthat he was robbed of his money and couldn't travel to his hometown.The<angelgave him some money. The young man was very happy and the angel couldfeelhis happiness.This time, the angel met a poet. He was young, handsome and full oftalent. He was also rich. His wife was pretty and gentle. But hedeclared hewasn't happy.The angel asked, "You aren't happy. How can I help you?"The poet replied, "I have everything. B! ut I lack only one thing. Canyougive it to me?"To which the angel happily said, "Sure. I can give you anything youdesired."The poet stared right into the angel's eyes, "I want happiness.""All right," the angel nodded. And the angel proceed to take awayeverything the poet possessed.The angel took away the poet's talent, destroyed his looks, robbed hisriches and killed his wife. The angel then left for heaven.A month later, the angel appeared in front of the poet. The poet waslying on the ground, half dead, hungry and struggling for survival.The angel then returned him everything he once possessed and left forheaven again.Two weeks later, the angel paid a visit to the poet. This time, thepoet, together with his wife, thanked the angel profusely. He finallyfoundhappiness.~~Often, a person need to lose everything before he know how tocherish. Actually, happiness is right in front of you.Just what is happiness?When you are hungry, a bowl of hot noodle in front of you is happiness.When you are tired, a soft bed is happiness.When you are crying, a gentle tissue is happiness.Actually, happiness has no definition. Sometimes, small actions cantouch your heart. Happiness or not, depends on how you look at it.
I really agree with what it says.. sometimes people don't know how to cherish what they have. until it is lost.Happiness is really determined by the individual.. leading a simple life can be happy too. =)Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen.Real love lies
not in what is done and known, but in what that is done
but not known.
Love sometimes no need to say much.
TOTALLY. it kinda reminded me, not to take things for granted. =)
