Saw this woman in her 40s or 50s working in MOS Burger the other day.

She was so busy.
Wiping table tops, clearing trays and sending away orders and what have you...
It was a terribly crowded day.

Yet, she smiles.

There is something about that.
She looks so... contented.

It's weird.
Was ridden with an unfathomable sense of guilt.

It's like.. I can never be like her.
That contentment from a thing so... trivial.
Trivial to me. Trivial as I think it is.


That definition of triviality is what I am guilty of.