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.

As we enjoyed the sunset together, language and borders didn’t matter
When we feel we’ve lost control, our behavior stops making sense
Why does most love hurt us? Because one usually loves more
I don’t know how to amuse you into taking your future seriously
My unconscious choices on love say much about women and me
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
The real crime is how CNN is trying to manipulate what you believe