It's already very good.

 　　A few days ago, I went to a class reunion, and I put in a lot of effort. I got my hair done, bought clothes, and spent quite a while getting ready. I'm not exactly a celebrity, and besides, it's been ten years since we graduated from university; everyone wants to look their best, right?

　　Only she looked so shabby. Old clothes, a dull complexion, a haphazardly fastened hair clip, and she arrived on an old bicycle.

　　Class reunions are usually just a display of vanity and comparison, but she still came, bringing pomegranates from her own tree. She said it was a pomegranate tree she planted when she and her boyfriend were dating, and now it was bearing fruit.

　　Everyone knew her situation—she was laid off, her husband was in a car accident, and she worked several jobs, even handing out hot towels to people in the restrooms of karaoke bars at night. We had met before; I was the customer, and she was the one handing out the towels.

　　At the reunion, we were all complaining, blaming everything—the world, the unfairness of society, the high housing prices, the low wages, the difficulty of doing business. Those who had made their fortunes said that all business people these days were no good, officials flaunted their power, and ordinary people pretended to be virtuous, talking about fighting corruption… Only she, alone, quietly smiled, guarding those few large, red pomegranates.

　　She didn't complain, but instead urged us to eat more vegetables; look how good they are, it would be a waste to waste them. I asked her, "How can you be so calm?" She said, "It's already very good!" "

　　It's already very good?"

　　Yes, she said, "Look, I found a job immediately after being laid off, my child is very obedient, and my husband's health is getting better and better. The doctor said if he had been taken to the hospital any later, he would have died, but he's still by my side now, isn't that wonderful? And look, my boss even gave me time off to attend the class reunion, I can see everyone again, how happy I am!"

　　I was stunned. I had thought she would complain like Xianglin's wife, lamenting how unfair fate was to her, but not only did she not, she was grateful for all that life had given her, while we always felt life gave us too little, always demanding more, yet always feeling it wasn't enough. So I felt depressed and unhappy. "

　　It's already good enough." That's a Zen saying! Looking at her face, now with faint wrinkles, and her calm smile, I finally understood that even the world's finest skincare products couldn't bring such happiness. Happiness is entirely in our own hands; mindset is the most important factor. If we often tell ourselves, "It's already good enough," then our lives will be filled with fragrance, and the treetops will be covered with dewdrops of happiness.