Invisible story

Like every time, I started my journey by bus. I have always been addicted noticing other people while sitting on the bus. A couple was sitting in the seat next to me. I look at them and think how happy the couple is. Maybe they don't have much trouble in life like me. The couple held each other's hands tightly while sitting on the bus. I used to think the same thing every day. When I saw someone's smile, I thought how can these people be so happy. Every day I noticed people and compared myself to them. Whenever I saw someone, it seemed that this person was happier than me. How a person is so lucky?

I am busy doing my duty. And these people are living happily with love in many ways. I used to compare myself with people. Not only did I think about happiness, I also thought that there might not be bad people like me in the world. Seeing someone, I thought how could this man be so good. And how God made me so bad. These thoughts are awakened in my mind every day. One high thought then surrounded me, frustrating me with my own difference with people. But one thing is clear, whenever I compare myself with others. I felt happy about, I'm at least psychologically enough.

All the time the clock seemed to turn counterclockwise for me. Suddenly my eyes fell on a young boy. He is looking at me with frustration. It seemed like he wanted to tell me something. I went and sat next to him with some interest. Before I could ask him anything, he asked me, "Brother, how long have you been working?" I smiled a little and looked at him and said five years. Then the young boy said to me, 'Brother, you are very lucky'. After finishing your studies, you got a job. And I have been trying to get a job for three years after finishing my studies. I am working day and night to get you to where you are. I looked out of the bus window a little shocked
I couldn't believe my ears. I'm a little ashamed of the way I've believed in myself for so long. I sat quietly without answering any of the young boy's question. I closed my eyes and brought back my daily thoughts. The first thing that came to my mind was the couple holding hands all the time on the bus. I just felt the love of holding their hands. But I can feel the thought of their appearance today.

I started to think that everyone, as we all look happy, in reality, there is sorrow behind happiness in everyone's life. The man sitting in front of me today is thinking of me in the same way I always thought of others. Just as I think people are the happiest, the person sitting in front of me considers me the happiest person. I realized, I am very happy, there is nothing missing in my life, I have been able to fulfill all the dreams of life, but at the end of the day all the people return home suffering from upset. Reality is a different picture as I thought.