The Noblest Art Is That Of Making Others Happy Novels & Stories

“…want you to be a part of it.” Evelyn turned away, gazing at the small lake in front of them. “Why me?” Haruki gave a faint smile. “Because no one understands rising from ruins better than you.” Evelyn let out a dry, bitter laugh—more breath than sound. “That’s not an accomplishment, Haruki. It’s just… wounds polished so they don’t gape.” “And that’s exactly where the beauty lies.” Haruki leaned back against the bench, his fingers fidgeting on the armrest. “You once said art is a reflection of the heart. Then your heart deserves to be seen.”

“What brings you joy beyond the fight for justice?” A slow smile spread across his face, transforming him from a fierce rebel to a gentle artist. “Sunsets that paint the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors,” he mused, gazing into the distance. “The sound of rain drumming on a rooftop window. The way a brushstroke captures the perfect shade of lavender.” His response surprised me, etching a new facet of his personality onto the image I held in my mind. He wasn’t just driven by ideals; he possessed a deep appreciation for beauty in its simplest forms.

Mаkіng her hарру. I rеаlіzе I’ll dо аnуthіng fоr this wоmаn. Anything tо mаkе hеr mine, аnуthіng tо mаkе her rеаlіzе wе bеlоng tоgеthеr. Eleven іn thе mоrnіng is nоt the time tо bе mаkіng noble рlеdgеѕ, but suddenly it’s thе most іmроrtаnt thіng іn the wоrld.

''You probably say this to all the tourists you take on guided tours. ''Guilty as charged but then, not all of them ask to be happy.'' she laughed again. ''See ! You are happy already.'' He looked at her oddly. ''Sometimes to be happy, you should appreciate a gift not the intent and also try to stop worrying about how exclusive it is. Look out Miss, the best things in life are not exclusive at all -- the bright beautiful sun, the air we breathe. They are for both the old, the young, the rich and poor, the loved and the unloved but only the truly happy really see them.''

I pulled out the birthday present I'd prepared long ago. "Because I wanted to surprise you! Mom, happy birthday!" And thank you, too, for giving me a second life and letting me experience what motherly love truly means.

I couldn't answer him because I was laughing so much at this statement. The week went past in a flash. I guess that is what happens when you are having fun. We did most of the activities and things together that we usually never get time for when we are working. He was so sweet in trying to arrange activities that would not be too much for me to handle, or that would make my injuries worse. I laughed so much that my cheeks ended up hurting a little.

"Nor does it revolve around what you think we think of you. Your worth is what you make it; believe me when I say you have set high standards. I was foolish to think nothing of the bar you set. Right now, I'm trying to measure up to your bar and failing dismally. Amanah, you probably won't see it, but you make everyone around you happy. Everyone smiles and laughs when they're with you; they all feel at ease once you enter the room and as if they can be their real selves around you because you know who you are. You make it easier for others to want to know themselves." "You're just saying that because I'm crying," I accused, pouting, and he smiled, moving my hands away from my face; he looked

Then, he suddenly finds himself on the twilight grass plain and Arz is standing before him. “Oh, Varz. How is it?” Arz asked. “It’s harder than I thought.” Varz said upset. “Varz, human tends to remember one’s mistake than his kindness. You can nail 100 times on the wall to hang priceless photos in your life, but when you pluck one nail out, the hole it made will remain there for good.” Arz said. “I don’t get it.” Varz said. “Just imagine that you always give kindness to this girl-”

“For the context, she’ll be doing all 50 pictures if she wants. No pressure.” ‘Hmmm.’ I didn’t immediately jump on his offer. “You could have the best artists in Norway jumping on this offer. Why my child?” He clicked his tongue. “Let’s say I want pure energy. An art piece that’ll bring childlike joy and laughter to my patrons. Nothing too serious, Yunno.” He paused. “And she has that touch.” He sniffed. “In addition, it doesn’t have to be perfect. A masterpiece is always in the eyes of the beholder if it helps.”

A nostalgic smile spread across his lips. “Romi hates that movie. She believes the story was just unnecessarily complex. While I think it was mid. And I’m sure if I were to ask your father which he thinks is the greatest masterpiece, he would pick another.” My gaze lingered on him. "What I am trying to say is that when it comes to art, it is highly subjective. If it doesn’t meet your father’s expectations, doesn’t make it any less of a masterpiece.” I flashed a comforting smile. “You shouldn’t be angry at yourself.”