From our position, we always tend to see the other side's people happy, not us; we always find ourselves in trouble and problems. That's true, we have our own problems that no one else knows, even if we take this into action, do we really know what that other person might be going through as well?
Hear me out, a few funny stories…sometimes my colleague and I discuss things like, look at that day labourer, he is making more than us, he has so many sales, so easy money, and pressure. He has the freedom to work as he wants; also, these trendy ones will make him a ton of money, and he can shift later. But, if you talk with the person, he will be saying, “Here I can have money, but what about the comfort, respect, peace that you guys have?” We were like, “Does that even matter? Or who told you that we are getting these properly? We assume you to be the better one than us, and you are on us. What an irony!”
Look, my colleagues' perspective was. We came from a village to this city, leaving behind our family. What do they expect? We will be sending money for their needs, that's legit. Now, the expectations, that's where the problems are. One who earns as a day labourer does not need to meet such high expectations that we need to face. Like home appliances, which are on EMI for nearly 12 months from now, there were more before this, and more will be coming after this. I'm in a rush to fill this or that, daily new expectations, I have been a robot with piles of tension that at the end of the month I need to pay these bills, and throughout the month, listening to the office and going through immense pressure.
At least, he has his own freedom, right? If he doesn't feel like working that day, he won't; no one will be coming after him to haunt, right? Also, society doesn't expect or talk about him, so he can really live as he wants with whatever he earns.
Obviously, the story from his side won't be the same; he might be having problems with his own, showing the perks of ours that we are overlooking due to the hectic stuff we are facing, unknown to him.
The moral of the story is, instead of finding the faults in our stars, we must look for the good sides that we should be grateful for and content with. As we know, contentment is the key to happiness; without this, none can be truly happy, as they will always be running after what they didn't achieve instead of enjoying what they achieved so far. It's a never-ending loop; once started, it hardly ends.
Life is short; no one knows when we will be going away, no one knows when it's time for us to say goodbye to this materialistic world and head towards the eternal one. Every day I am living feels like a bonus; maybe it could be my one; fortunately, almighty Allah granted me another, and is doing so.
