Happiness… What’s it? What is it like? How can I explain this?
Maybe this is the first breath of fresh air after the submarine surfaced ? When, after months of autonomous navigation, you are the first of the team to climb to the clinker, rotate it and a fresh stream of air bursts into the shaft, which excites your head. You stretch out on a narrow, damp deck, expose yourself to the flow of wind and sunlight, and spreading your arms out like a bird’s wings, you tell yourself: I’m going ashore soon and they ‘re waiting for me there !
Or is it a sip of water in a hot desert after months of wandering in search of an oasis with greenery and water?
Or is it a breath of freedom after imprisonment, when you are finally released from the prison gates?
Or maybe it’s the first love and the first kiss when you realize the reality of the circumstances and it turns out that someone in this world loves you?
Or is it the first thousand subscribers of your channel or a full house or a stadium of your fans? Would you perhaps be happy to own the whole world? Then remember about Diocletian, because it is quite possible that happiness is just the first tomato in your greenhouse-juicy shiny with a thin pink skin, weighty and oddly smelling, or is it a cabbage?
Or not! And isn’t happiness the joy of making others happy?
And yes! I completely forgot about such things as yachts, palaces, Lamborghini – yes, of course there is no happiness without them (I’m sorry).
To be continued…
