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Happiness is


Happiness is when I lie down on a beach and listen to the relentless music of the ocean.

Happiness is when I touch a flower and feel love in my heart.

When I sit on a mountain top feeling the mist washing my soul.

When I know that people are what they are because their circumstances made them so.  And so I can understand them.  I can accept them.  As they are.

Knowing that everyone is driving the car at the best of her/his potential.  Hooting is a cry for help. Happiness is when I help. 

Happiness is knowing that helping is the most painful task I can fulfil.

Happiness is the realisation that I don’t need anything more than I already have.  That I can call it quits if I want.  Because I don’t want anything more.  Happiness is the realisation that less is more.

Mulberries outside my temporary residence
Happiness is the situation in which I can do the job I know on my own terms.  Teach without lesson plans.  Write without research.  Can read Damon Galgut and realise that E M Foster was both a coward and a fighter at the same time.  Can realise that the cool breeze that comes filtering through the mulberry leaves is far more valuable than all the accolades that I can ever get.

Happiness is feeling the thirst of the honeybee in my veins.

Happiness is feeling sad when the honeybee dies under the dry water tap.

Seeing the prince hidden in the frog.  Feeling the frog’s longing for the rain. Standing in the rain totally naked.

Happiness is transparency.

Happiness is.


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  1. Marvellous! Really happy to have such happy thoughts!

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  2. Happiness is things that matter not those which are big.

    Richa

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  3. A great post! Happiness is food :)

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  4. The absolute happiness is awakening the Inner soul and being able to connect with him. All other happiness are tasteless before this.

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  5. Enjoyed this lovely prescription for happiness!

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    1. I'm happy I could make this contribution to you, Uppal.

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  6. Happiness is reading poetry in a piece of prose, like this:)

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  7. Happiness is reading poetry in a piece of prose, like this:)

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    1. Thank you, Amit. I must say I loved writing it. I could feel the poetry. Thanks for appreciating that aspect of the blog.

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  8. Happiness is knowing your soul :)

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    1. Yes, Pankti, I have said quite the same thing in different words. The word 'soul' can be a bit misleading for some people. I used to be more fond of phrases like 'the deepest core'. But 'soul' is easier to use!

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  9. Happiness is also reading such a beautiful post.

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  10. Happy to read about Happiness... Great feeling.

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  11. A happy post that made me happy.

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    1. Happy to have done that. Nice to have you in this space.

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  12. When you started a line with 'happiness is feeling sad', it had me thinking, 'So it's not just me'. :)

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  13. Happiness is in small things, and I everything around (we just have to be open to see it).

    Lovely read.

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