It was another rainy day but fortunately the rain came after I finished my jog. Traffic wasn't bad along the way back. Indeed I received a little surprise that I saw a rainbow while I was driving back home. Can hardly recall the last time I saw it. It was a definite beauty, like a ray of colourful light from heaven.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that there's a pot of gold with every rainbow where the place itself is unreachable by an ordinary person like me...unless I can fly. As time goes by, this kind of belief will eventually go out of our mind. And I was wondering, is it why we seem to have less happiness now? Do we lose our happiness when we lost our belief?
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