Poor but Rich
Nowadays, traveling to another country has been easier than before it was. People in Europe, for example, do not even need to have a passport to go other countries in Europe. I also have traveled many counties such as India, Australia, Thailand, Jamaica, etc. My journey to India gave me two lessons, which changed me as a new person: happiness does not come from money, and how fast I achieve at my goal is not important.
Before traveling to India, I was a high school student who not only did not have passion about studying, but also did not know why I was studying. So my GPA was 7.0 out of 9, comparing 1.0 is the best. Spending time without any purpose in studying or living life was giving me a lot of stress; I was so negative on every thing, and money was my pursuing value. There, yet, was something that said, “I need or have to change this life myself” in the bottom of my heart. Then I decided to travel to India where people said that traveling to there would be a challenge or hardship through the senior grade’s summer vacation. There was a choice to travel with an agency, which meant the agency would provide a hotel, bus, security, etc. However, I chose to travel alone by backpacking, and then I worked to make the money for the journey because once this trip was the first challenge in my life, I wanted to make it done without any helps. Finally, I went aboard to India with half of fear but also half of flutter. At the first week in India, I realized that its people and living or working environments were very poor; for example, most of the people had no money to buy purified water, and having three meals in a day was almost impossible for most of them. I automatically felt that they must have been unhappy because I had thought that happiness is directly related with money. It means that I have felt unhappy if I could not have new trend items such as iPhone, Sony laptop, etc. However, while talking with a family living in the street, I learned that money is not an element to be happy. Four members of homeless family walked to me then said “Would you take a picture of us with your camera, and can you also print it out at store?” I said, “Why not?” At this moment, I was curious about that why they wanted to have a picture. So I asked them even if it was rude. They said “Right now we are happy so we want to see how we look like.” I started to think that how come they are happy; they had no money to live, eat and so on. So I directly questioned the father of family that how or why they were happy. He said, “Although we are living in the street, I am with those who I love.” I could not understand what he means. Actually, I did understood but I just did not want to admit I was wrong. I was so embarrassed myself because I have been with my friends, parents, others with enough money not to worry about surviving. My definition of being happy has been changed to that happiness does not come from money or a new item.
It was early morning; I was waiting the train to move to another city. The waiting room was full of people so I sat at the chair nearby my platform. My train was delayed, but I did not know how long it would