These urchins – with their sparkling eyes and tinkling laughter – have been blessed with a life that has so little to offer in terms of the materialistic happiness that we seek all our life. Yet, they seem contented in whatever little they possess. That old car tyre that goes rolling by as they prod it with a stick, the crooked tin can, filled with pebbles, making the jingling sound when dragged by a rope, that broken plastic bangle that fascinates them, as if it were a diamond bauble! Oh, the pleasure they derive from these seemingly insignificant objects; objects which fill their abject little worlds with countless moments of happiness!
Will we – the blessed ones – ever find that happiness, in spite of being bathed in all the luxuries the world has to offer? I so doubt. Money really can’t buy you happiness. Not even a handful of it.