Well, on with my story. Not long ago I met this guy in a bar. We made our greetings and, since we were drunk, it wasn't long until we fell into discussions about things. Anything and everything really. I felt like I could sit there and listen to him all night. Well forever really. He was your typical extrovert dreamer really. But something about him caught my interest. Even thought he was a dreamer, he had so much ambitions, so many plans.
So when the night were drawing close to an end, I remember asking him one final question: "Are you happy?" He looked into my eyes and responded "No." with a pause. "No, I'm not. Not yet." So I asked him why this was. How could a man with so many dreams and plans not be happy? The response I got what "Thailand." He leaned back and took a sip from his whiskey with dreamy eyes. "I need to get to Thailand" he said. "Thailand is the land of smiles." Without saying anything else he stood up and walked out of the bar, leaving me behind.
It wasn't until the bus drive home that I started to reflect on that random persons words. What did he mean exactly? Why would anyone want to go to a country, which in my eyes, is riddled with poverty and decease?
I woke up the next day, starting my Sunday with pouring myself a glass of whiskey, to chase the dogs tails so to speak. And I sat there, watching my TV, surfing between channels, finding nothing. Until...
Well one channel, particularly, stood out. It was of some, half naked, poor kinds playing in a water fall. They were playing in the water, jumping around, screaming, laughing and having a good time without a care in the world.
That's when I realized what he meant.
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