I have been told from a young age to enjoy these moments of youth and be happy before the hectic adult life occupies my daily routine, even though I was just XYZ years old. Whether it was going to an amusement park or partying at friends’ birthday, after choosing such a studious and occupied path, I began to miss those days of care freeness and fun. Even as my alarm continues to ring on a Sunday morning, I love even the shortest of the vacations as they provide me with a peace of mind. When I think of which experience provided me with the great contentment, I realize it was neither the time I spent in the volunteer activities nor the time I spent with my friends. The trip to Tibet was the time where I felt full of contentment.
The surroundings and the environment across the city was heartwarming and the type of environment which I had been longing for. I have always yearned for a setting like this wherein I could just sit under a tree and read a novel which I love. This was the same thing which I did during my time in Tibet. A cup of coffee with a novel in hand under a tree truly made my experience there unforgettable. For me this particular instance was the one of which I think about and it still provides me with a sense of comfort and contentment.