Of Satay

(the picture was saved somewhere from the internet)

Ate satay on Monday night after working with him. Satay is one of my favorite food. Eating while chatting satay at that night made me feel a pang of nostalgia of my childhood. I was really happy that night.

I like eating satay especially in a barbecue party as my mom would buy 200 strings of stay and I could eat up to 30-50 strings alone! I seldom prefer buying from hawkers as I perceive it is too expensive to buy from them!

Being nostalgic of my childhood makes me wonder why could childhood happiness be so pure. Eating satay could make me on cloud nine. Half a day shopping with family could make me exultant. Passing exam with flying colors could make me walk on the air.

But as time passes, I am not sure if I become greedy, or things are abundant, that I seldom have the true happiness anymore. It is not that the smiles hang on my face are fake, but I rarely can feel myself on the seventh heaven. The "happiness" I have is like on the surface on my heart only. Passing exams, getting a new car, buying this and that don't make me feel any extraordinary happy, but just as if I should have that.

....

Hmm...

I think not being grateful is the root of this?