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The Missed Voice of Happiness |
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On the vast journey of life, there are moments when we feel that happiness has
slipped away forever. But in truth, happiness never leaves us—we simply fail to
see it, to hear it, to recognize its quiet presence.
As I wandered past a gentle stream, it called out to me:
"Come here, come here!
Here lie your purest memories—your childhood joy.
Come and reclaim them!"
Proudly, I scoffed, "Surely not. I’ve never left my happiness with you.
Don’t deceive me. Step aside—I'm chasing real happiness."
The stream murmured one last warning:
"You will regret it."
Then it drifted away, carrying the fallen leaves with it.
Further along, I passed over a field of soft grass.
"Come here, come here!" it cried.
"Here are your clearest dreams, your youthful delight.
Take them before they fade!"
But again, I dismissed the call.
"My happiness—bright and untouched—can’t possibly be with you," I said,
And I stepped over the grass without a second thought,
Continuing my quest for something I believed was ahead.
I crossed flowing rivers and towering mountains,
Enduring hardship and chasing illusions—until I reached a great riverbank.
The river rose and called to me:
"Come here! Come here!
Here lies your maturity, your steady strength,
The richness of a meaningful life."
"I don’t believe you," I replied.
"Believe, or risk losing it forever," it warned.
"You’re lying," I insisted. "I won’t bury my happiness in muddy waters.
Step aside—I must keep going."
"You will regret it," the river said,
And parted to let me pass.
With head held high, I walked forward,
Until the road beneath me vanished,
Leaving only the weight of old age,
And the silence of lost chances.
Only then did I understand:
Happiness had always walked beside me—
In the stream, the grass, the river.
But I never knew how to pause, to listen,
To cherish what was already mine. |
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