Leaf out of my book #2

In the times of our parents and grandparents, money was hard to come by. Every paise mattered. Building a house and marrying a girl off were a lifetime achievement. Having a car, a two-wheeler, a TV, and so on were all a luxury. Mobile phones were non-existent. The only net that people knew were the ones tied around the bed to protect oneself from the mosquito. Pizza was assumed to be the leaning tower in Italy. Woodlands were the outskirts of the city where no one ventured into in the night. People atleast multi-tasked with the hand fan made of leaf in one hand, and a book in another with a dim yellow bulb above their head. Almost everything was reused, especially rice cooked the previous night. They knew nothing about the advancements of technology we enjoy today. They knew nothing, except how to be happy, naturally. They were not sensitive about the sadness that came in the way of their happiness. They were grateful for the happiness that came into their tough life. They found time for their gods, family, friends, and for themselves. They did not buy a credit card and look into their budget every month for money to pay it off. They instead put lots of love into postcards that they sent to their loved ones. They waited for all good things in life, and relished it when they got it. And if they did not get it, they still lived a contended life knowing they gave it a try. They respected each other for they really were, not for what they expected each other to be. When they had their cups empty, they had a burning desire to fill it. Now that the cup is full, we let it go cold and instead wander in search of another cup to fill. The creative minds ran wild due to lack of fear to try out anything and everything in life. Their life let them take a break and breathe. And they lived and built this planet. We are now continue inhaling that breath while it lasts. Find a life.