Yesterday, I went down to the nearby coffeeshop to buy dinner for my family. While waiting for my food to cook, I walked over to the nearby 7-11 to browse a little. Along the way, I saw this couple...
You might say, that they were any other couple around, perfectly ordinary couple in fact. They were just sitting, no, squatting in front of the local hair salon. Rather plump and mature couple, I would say, and a couple that was completely lost in the miracle that is ... their PSPs.
Can you just visualize the scene:
They looked about 30+ years old. In their normal, drab even, tees and shorts, squatting outside the local hair salon, and playing their PSPs. They each had one, and were not in fact talking to each other. Maybe they were playing against each other, maybe not. That's how they had spent at least 20 minutes of their Sunday evening.
They didn't actually look happy; they just felt like that to me. A couple, content with their entertainment, huddled close to each other, with no longing for greatness, no incessant hunger for something more than what they had right now, no disappointment for their current body state...
Reminds me of my chats with this old friend of mine. Every half a year, we would meet up, and instantly the topic will revert to our laments how we are never satisfied with our lives, how we always aim for something more, how we are never truly happy. There is always something lacking, we would say, that keeps us from being content. It's the knowledge that there's something better out there, that's achievable, attainable, just a little out of our grasp.
So we live on, leading unhappy, unsatisfied, unmeaningful lives. And we meet up, and we lament, again and again. Perhaps, one day, we will be as blessed as the PSP couple, living happy, carefree, fulfilling lives without wont.
Not today...
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