I feel like an outdated machine, uncle," he said, his voice thick and tired. "Only thirty years old but blood fat, liver fat, then the risk of "gout". Going out on the street, fine dust obscures eyes, eating a bowl of pho also worries about dirty food. Life is so suffocating and difficult, I don't know!
The old writer took a sip of ginger tea, just smiled slightly, a tolerant smile of a person who has gone through almost all the ups and downs of hardship.
“You are looking at the world through a colored lens. And human suffering often stems from the fact that we stand on this mountainside and dream of the green grass of that mountainside. My old friends settled in the West, occasionally calling back and complaining no less than you. I just think they are happy, but there are "problems" that insiders understand. You go for a medical examination here, take blood in the morning, the results are available in the afternoon and the doctor gives a prescription to take home. But on the other side? A friend of my uncle said, after getting a blood test, you have to wait for twelve hours to know the results. And it's not like you just want to go to a large hospital, you have to go through a family doctor's prescription, they say you can go wherever you want. It's not as easy and convenient as in our country”.
He paused for a moment, then pointed to the small alley in front. "Look, in our country, stepping out of the door immediately shows the breath of life. Breakfast stalls, early vegetable stalls, the urban rhythm is always bustling... even in winter, a season when many countries are terribly sad, life is still full of joy in our country. And dirty food? It's a problem, but we still have the right to choose, there are still farms making clean food, there are still rural markets... The problem is whether you choose to look at the scratches on the table or choose to look at the beautiful wood grains that nature bestows. If you only focus on the dark, the whole room will be gloomy. But if you open a window in the right direction, the sun will flood in on its own. Be less complaining about fine dust and learn to plant another green pot on the balcony. Be less complaining about blood fat, but get up early and run around the lake. Everywhere there is garbage, but everywhere there are roses, the important thing is which hand we take care of
As evening gradually fell, he muttered: "Maybe I've been too strict with the place I live, uncle?". The old man patted his shoulder: "Where you live is not as important as how we define happiness there. Don't let your soul be haunted by negative thoughts, just design your life with the most brilliant colors possible. Life, after all, is always beautiful in the way we choose to look at it.
