A Buddhist mong

While I was hanging out on the streets of mcleodganj, Dharamsala-himachal pradesh, i seen a Buddhist mong boy doing his art. I was so surprised to see his saint, gentle, diligence look.

He was singing something in his own language while making his paintings. I had some questions in my mind and wanted to talk to him but considering his passion, I did not think it was ok to ask.
In the end, I tried a lot and talked to him and he answered me everything very smoothly. One thing that he said to me was,
We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves ~ #Gautam_buddha.