Here is, in my opinion, the most beautful part of “… And Now Miguel”, a book written by Joseph Krumgold.
It is enough for him for everything to be like it is.
When the sun shines and hot and dry and he can go swimming in the pool where the river goes around the farm and of my uncle Eli, that for Pedro is enough.
And when it rains, that too is enough. He is a great artist, Pedro. He sits in the kitchen when there is thunder outside, and all the pictures in his book he turns yellow and red and blue with his crayons.
If there’s a ball, he will play ball. And if there’s not, he will roll and old tire. No matter which, he is content.
It would be good to be Pedro. But how long can yous tay seven years old? The trouble with me is that I am Miguel.
I used to think that way too, as Miguel thought. But i can’t forget either that i’d been dreaming of being adult, stepping on my own feet, like now. So, should i daydream of going back to be kid just for my dreams tiling up which less come true?
So, it’s not a big trouble to be Miguel. That life is not only about playing and being happy. Hemm… it ‘s about pursuing the happiness.
Though, being Pedro is not bad, it’s even very good, excellent. Miguel just need to distinguish between need and want. Ahh… may be it’s not that simple, anyway. :D, being right is always more complicated than being everything wrong, right? Yah, may be being qona’ah for Pedro is simpler than for Miguel, but it’s life, always changes, always grows.
Being grateful is the key, being happy is the effect then.
“lainsyakartum laaziidannakum walainkarfartum inna ‘adzaabii lasyadid”
And when your Lord made it known: If you are grateful, I will give you more, and if you are ungrateful, My chastisement is truly severe.