Happiness lived in the man, but he did not grieve. It loved freedom, space, flight, beauty and love. It saw the inner, potential beauty, light and purity in everything and wanted man to see them, but he poked his nose at today’s external imperfection and ugliness and covered his eyes with this “dirt.” He tied his wings with ropes of grievances and claims and set up barriers from conventions.
And so happiness stopped flying, either because of the tied wings, or because of the barriers of conventions, against which it injured its large wings when they were not tied, or because because of the dirt in front of its eyes it could not see where to fly. But fortunately flight was necessary; without flight and freedom it was suffocating. And from such a life, happiness began to wither, it became indifferent to everything.
Time passed, and it changed so much that people stopped recognizing it. He became sad without happiness and began to call him:
- Happiness, where are you?
“Yes, here I am,” it answered.
- No, you are “not happiness.”
-Who am I then?
- I don’t know, but the fact that you are “not happy” is for sure.
- How can that be, take a closer look, here I am - your happiness.
- No, no, you are “not happiness.”
So, invisibly, this new nickname was attached to happiness - “NOT HAPPINESS.”
The man began to wonder where this “misfortune” came from and where, in fact, did “his” happiness go? Not finding “his” happiness within himself, he began searching for it in the outside world. And everywhere the man looked for him and tried to attract him with everything, delicious food, money, jewelry, a car, and a luxurious apartment with furniture, but nothing helped. So man still wanders in search of it and cannot find it. And how will he find it if it is not there outside, if it is where it was before - within himself?
And I really want to shout: “Wake up, man. Stop looking for your happiness where it doesn’t exist. Look, here it is in you. Yes, yes, what you now call misfortune. What? Don't you recognize? So maybe you should try to wash it from the dirt with which you smeared it, free its wings and remove the barriers of conventions to give it the opportunity to fly? Maybe then you will recognize him?
I hope you will hear me and help your happiness to regain freedom and become yourself.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru