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.

Actions more important than words when judging what someone wants
We’re all a little crazy; I worry about those who don’t know it
Do great dreams really come true or do they just serve to haunt us?
No matter where I might ever live, the South will always be my home
We can’t have real freedom without also allowing discrimination
Anatomy of a lie: Why destroy credibility by exaggerating facts?
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend