Happiness is something that for it, people can laugh and even can cry. May happiness be near, may be far, but each of us has it. It exists differently inside of us. Happiness of a doctor is saving his patients, happiness of a mother is seeing her son become a man, and happiness of Philip is spending day after day on waiting for Susan (1). For me, up to now, in my life, I have cried and laughed many times, just for happiness. But the most memorable feelings that I have kept in an honor corner of my heart are when I passed the entrance exam, when I receive the heartfelt advice of my teacher to become who I want to be in the future, and when I miss my mother.
I still remember clearly the evening on July 26, 2007, the time I was on cloud nine when receiving the message from my sister: “You have passed the entrance exam”. I was in my hometown and she announced me through telephone. At the very moment, it seemed that I could not believe in what I have just heard. How happy I was. All my family, person to person, looked at me with their cheerful smile on their faces and said “congratulations”. Apart from only my father, he didn’t say anything but I knew well that he was proud of me. Wow, it was a wonderful feeling that I’ve ever had in my life. I was pleased since I have done the meaningful thing at least in the first step in my long way. And the happiest thing in my mind at the time is I kept promise with my mom. I was so happy just because of seeing my mother happy. In addition, I’m pleased to think that the “gates of dawn” were opened and my heart brimmed over with hopes for the coming good things.
Since being a little child, I have had a dream to become a teacher in the future. Day after day, I grow up with the dream which always stands by me. I have never given up my aspiration to the day I receive the advice of some people. They thought very little of teaching and they advised me to become someone else after I graduate in the next year. I don’t think there is any change in my thought but I was in an embarrassing situation as to what to do. And I cannot understand why I need my teacher words then so much. Therefore, I ask for her advice. What she said is simple but it is always in my soul: “Each career has its own disadvantages, advantages, and challenges. Teaching is not exception. I’m happy with the way I have chosen. Since I was in University, I have raised a hope to become a teacher. It is not easy for teacher to be rich on material, but spirit. People only feel happy with the way they go when thinking that they are going on the right road and it’s suitable for their abilities”. I could not comprehend why I was crying then. Everything in my eyes seemed to be losing it luster. That is one of the happiest moment I have ever had since she, the teacher I always have a sincere respect for, is supporting me and giving me strength to advance on my dream: become a good teacher in the future.
Luckily growing up in the arm of love of my mother, I’m myself happier than any other orphaned child. Recently, when I have visited an orphanage in An Nhơn Tây – Củ Chi district, I realized that I have a whole sky of happiness while those children have no mother, no father, too. Many are not put in the arm of their mom since the first day of their lives. They hungry, they thirsty, the other hands – not their mothers’ – will feed them. Mother Teresa once said, “Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everyone, I think that is the much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat”. Those children are in the case. Poor them! I have compassion for them so much. Looking again myself, I don’t mean that I’m happy on the others’ suffering, but I’m happy just by virtue of my mother. When I was a little child, I caught many kinds of diseases like avitaminosis, measles, and fever, and so on. I know it was really hard time for her to look after me. She loves and always worries for me little by little, even when I was in university at the present. Whether I cry or laugh, I feel the warmest and most secure feeling while thinking about her. Truly, I’m happy being her daughter.
Happiness is something invaluable. Respect yours even it’s just a little since these things will never come again in life.
(1) Two main characters in the novel: “Where are you” of the French novelist Marc Levy.
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