The Lego is one of my son’s favorite toy games recently. Four hundred of individual pieces can be assembled all kinds of patterns.
The one showing above took him almost two hours to finish. He was so absorbed in doing his job that totally forgot his dinner was ready.
After working on it incessantly, without any break in two hours, he showed me his result—a splendid palace—with a relived smile on his face.
In his project, a king was sitting in his palace, surrounded with beautiful garden and exotic buildings.
“Mom, do you think the King will be happy?”
“Yes, of course, because you built a palace for him.”
“No, I didn’t build a palace. I built a home for him.” He said with happiness.
When saw the toy King at the first glace, he had a thought of building a house for his toy, because he believed that home would be a best place for a lonely person.
Young though he is—only four years old this year—he has already had an idea that home is the safest and happy place in the world.
What’s the happiness? I’ve always thought about this issue. For my past ten-year TV presenter career, I mistakably considered the fame and wealth as the important things in a material world. I pursued the success of my career, sacrificing any spare time for the job. Nevertheless, I didn’t feel happy—all I had were exhaustion and anxiety.
Kid’s world, however, revealed me a simple truth: nice is easy. A cozy and warm home is the source of happiness—that is the best way we can be enjoying the beauty of life.
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