What is in common between fortune and misfortune?
Hope? Can’t be, some hope for fancy toys, and some hope for a decent bite of food.
Dreams? Can’t be, some dream of weekend picnics and some dream of a warm shelter.
Fear? Can’t be, some fear a lousy birthday party and some fear a cold winter.
Then what is it?
It’s the laughter on their faces, the laughter that overcomes all of their fears, hunger and poverty, the laughter that can bring hope to the hearts of the elderly, the laughter that challenge the severe circumstances the life has given them, the laughter that dares the unfair world.
Oh cruel world, you can take our dreams and hopes away, but you can never take our laughter.
It is immune as it is the torch that lightens our way and the only mean of warmth we have in our cold nights.
You can take the joy of being a child, but you can never take our laughter.
It’s our path to overcome you; it is our strength to be, to exist and to fulfill. It is our way to survive and maybe become fortunate some day.