happiness

he saw suffering, that he had never before cared to notice.

            He could be anywhere in the world if he wanted, any clothes, any girl on his arm. But he didn’t choose that life. Instead, he roamed dirty streets.

 

            “I want to find myself,” he’d said, a cliché, to his parents, “You can let me go and I will return, or I can just leave forever.”

 

            He left, and he saw suffering of the people around him. He gave away his jacket to cold children, shoes to an old man. He did many acts of kindness.

 

            He came home months later: face gaunt, feet tired; yet his eyes content and satisfied. 

Author's Note

hooray. :)

Reviews

[Becky]

If only we all had the strength to do so, and only if we weren't so fond of luxury, the world would be such a marvellous place.

Nice work. It was so peaceful and uplifting. It kind of... hums.

Okay, now that was weird. I'm not swear, I drunk! (Okay, bad joke, ignore my tired humor)