■ 행복이란 ^^

[제갈종한 1967]

Title : 퍼온/ 글

What is happiness? -
There was a meeting with many of my friends who left work.
One of the friends suddenly said this.
"Although I was only a first-class civil servant."
Next to him, who was discouraged, was a ministerial friend.
He was a high-ranking civil servant that everyone envied in the first grade.
But he seemed conscious and unhappy with his ministerial friend.
The ministerial friend said this.
"I was kicked out after four months as a minister.
I was taking the subway the day before yesterday and met my subordinate.
With a puzzled face to me, he asked, "Do you take the subway, too?"
I shouldn't have done the minister.
It's rather a burden to live because of that."
A friend who served as a general said this.
"I don't know if I was a general, but now I can't remember.
It feels like I played soldiers in the past.
It's just like a dream I had while taking a nap when I was young."
Most people who seemed to be envied often did not look happy.
Those minds seemed empty.
Surprisingly happy people were elsewhere.
Poet Kang Tae-ki, who was dying of lung cancer in a rental apartment, is still vivid in his memory.
"When you open the window, you don't know how beautiful the dewy pumpkin stand in the morning sun is.
Who said they hate pumpkin flowers?
The world is so beautiful.
They bring me leftover rice from the local elementary school and side dishes from the cathedral.
A volunteer comes once a week and gives me a bath.
It's a world of gratitude and gratitude."
The poet was a literary genius who won the New Year's Literature Award for two daily newspapers as a boy as a car repairman.
But poverty, solitude and illness were his life.
As a lawyer, I sometimes find happiness in prison.
A person who has been sentenced to more than 20 years in prison since he was a boy said this to me.
"On a wet day, I want to walk looking at the weeds under the high gray concrete wall.
It's prison time that you can't walk even where you see it in front of you."
He had been released a few years later.
I heard his story while buying him boiling soybean paste stew, which he said was his wish, at a restaurant in the back alley.
"I was walking in the back alleys at night, and I liked it even if there was trash and newspapers were flying.
The mere fact that you can walk freely.
I saw a couple fighting on the street.
I said in my heart that you are really happy people.
Look at the wall in a prison solitary cell.
How happy it is to have someone to fight."
Those who seemed happy were unhappy.
Their eyes looked up and looked up.
It seemed to be because I forgot what was there.
There was true peace in the faces of those who were satisfied and grateful for the present of those whose eyes were directed downward.
There are people who have come on picnics in this world, and there seem to be people who live in a hurry in the mud of desire.

Writer:
Lawyer Um Sang-ik's article.