Life in a Box

i passed by this family who lives in a kariton. i was looking at this 2 year old boy, playing with rocks in the middle of the pedestrian lane. he was so dirty, naked from the waist down that i instantly thought of germs. i swear my body just started itching. psychological, i bet. i looked back at the boy again. unsurprisingly, he doesn't seem bothered at all. he seems rather busy.... playing with rocks. he was busy pounding it against the pavement.

looking at them, i realized that their life seems rather simple as compared to mine. simple worries. simple happiness. no big issues to worry about. although they do worry about the rather simple things that doesn't really concern me much ---- food, clothing, home. else, they're good to go. does that mean i complicate my life? that i'm the culprit here?

that's when the boy squealed. i noticed that they seemed rather content. no big expectation of their life. no pressure. i was actually scared to ask them what life means to them. or what they expect of the future... as they might not even think of it.