I’ve had a terrible day. It’s Friday evening after work. I’ve just eaten dinner. I’m sitting in a restaurant feeling frustrated and anger — partly at myself, partly at others.
I’m unhappy about multiple things. I’m lonely. I want to quit my job. I miss someone. I feel alienated from the people around me. I find myself thinking that life hasn’t been fair to me. (I could tell you why. I have plenty of reasons.)
And then I randomly saw this photograph.
Gautam Basu took this photo of an Indian mother and two of her children. The mother is dressing a daughter while a smaller child clings to her. The pipe in which they’re standing is their home.

Money is a tool, and it’s useless without real motivation and vision
Public discourse is distorted by constant outrage over anecdotes
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know
Do they allow dogs at the hotel? Question is why they allow people
We find meaning in responsibility, not in pursuit of empty pleasures
Santa checked his list twice — and some of you’ve been naughty
Learning to be an emotional man helped me to overcome numb past
What if most money spent for university degrees is useless?