Happy Days

It was a hot summer day with a sky promising rain. The dark clouds have covered the sun. But, its orange light is passing through, giving life to all plants on the ground. He was having a short walk with his grand son. They passed their farm a bit and stood in the middle of the forest, looking at the green and orange ground with trees and flowers covering.

Out of nowhere and when it was least expected, the child started talking about last month when he was in school. The good and bad days. His joys and sorrows. Some of which had to do with others. His father said, there are some happy days and there are some difficult ones. It is more of own perspective, decision and action. The son told more stories, making it more difficult. Then the old man said, "young child, I want you to remember this. Sometimes we believe life is one way because of an event. Other times, we think it is entirely the opposite". But, it is neither. More of a combination between the two. In those times, our focus is better being put on why than what".