Today, I met her at the roadside restaurant. She was old, with gray hair and a gentle smile. Her daily work is hawking. I asked her, is your daily life difficult?
"Being a peddler is hard, but just look for yourself and you'll see, other people in remote areas live miserable lives. Though I really want to help them, I just can't. Oh the misery! You can see it through their daily water sources. The water they use every day for meals is taken from rivers or even other, more unsanitary sources. They wash their clothes there, clean themselves there, wash vegetables, wash anything there. I saw it on TV; they're miserable! So I couldn't be happier with my life already! I always see that as a motivation to try to earn a living every day.
When I'm done with these lottery tickets, I go to the pagoda to pray to Buddha. I live a lighthearted life, one devoid of negative thoughts and envy, not minding what others do. I don't scramble; I eat more if I earn more and less if I don't earn as much. Just live a full and happy life, dear; don't overthink!”