last weekend, my mother and I went to a market near my house to buy kitchen things and raw materials to be cooked. Traditional market has been one of the places I hate most in my life. It is dirty, muddy, crowded and stink. However, because I am a good son and the main reason is because I did not want my mother to go mad and cursed me into a stone.
In the market, as if I am her bodyguard, I followed wherever she go. I was the one who carried all the groceries like a slave. I felt dizzy, everything was spinning, but I forced myself to stay conscious because It just not elegant if I fainted in the middle of the crowd and being trampled by the grannies to death.
When I was waiting for my mother who was bargaining with a seller, I saw a boy and his mother came to a stall next to me. the boy was supposedly 4 to 5 years old, he was having ice cream in that sunny day. I kept looking at his ice cream when the boy suddenly whining to his mother pointing at a bounded of very big firecracker which looked more like a bomb. Her mother patiently explain that it was dangerous ad he should not have it, but the boy kept crying and screaming louder. Many people were looking at them when finally the mother carried him away.
From what I had seen in the market, I learn something, I learn that most of people are playing role as a four-year-old children. They kept whining to God about what they want, about what they think will make them happy. However, because of His blessing, God kept them away from dangerous and stray. God does not give them what they want, but what they need. God gives them what is the best for them, not what they think to be the best for them.
Many people curse at the things they did not get, they tend to blame the fate without knowing the good reason behind it. That day, God has given me a lesson of life through a four-year-old boy and his mother. What a meaningful day at market. Every step I make is fate. God has oriented me to event where I can learn lesson from it.
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