by Artem Polischuk
“Most people are as happy, as they make up their minds to be” Abraham Lincoln
There is hardly a person in the world who could really define such a complicated feeling as happiness. First of all a man must realize and know what it means. It often happens that a great amount of people only pretend to know something about happiness. It also happens that people realize how happy they are but they don’t speak about it. I can’t claim that I know what happiness is. It can’t be a matter of good fortune or worldly possession. It comes from appreciating what we have, instead of complaining about what we don’t. All I can tell you is that when you are happy, you feel it with all your heart. When you are happy you always seem to lack words. You are not walking – you are flying. You are like the sun, the sky, the flowers all in one, inseparable. Everything then seems different. The trees are greener, the stars shine brighter, the moon is kinder. You feel like everything goes right, as it should be. You feel as a young Spring enlivening the nature, as an amazing Summer warming everyone. You are dynamite of feelings and emotions. May be someone else’s happiness expresses itself in a little bit different way. People differ greatly and so does their understanding of happiness can’t last long; if it did, then it would not be happiness – we couldn’t feel it, we’d get used to it. To my mind we are happy when we love, are kind and tolerant to people around us, make others happy and have something to give to them like a myrtle in a valley that breathes in fragrance into space for everyone to enjoy it.