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And, growing up, you learn ... (what is happiness) ...

and grew up learning that happiness' is not one of the great

things.

It 's not the one that chases two decades, when, like gladiators

you fight the world to come out victorious ...

Happiness' is not what you frantically chasing believing

that love is all or nothing ...

... not 'the strong emotions that make the "pop" and that

burst out with spectacular thunder ...

happiness' is not to scale skyscrapers, challenges from

win constantly test.

grew up learning that happiness 'and' made of little things but

valuable.

... and you learn that the smell of coffee 'in the morning and' a small

ritual of happiness',

enough that the notes of a song, the feeling of a book by

colors that warm the heart,

enough that the aromas of a kitchen,

the poetry of the painter of happiness',

enough that the nose of your cat or your dog to feel a

happiness' mild.

And you learn that happiness' is made of emotions on tiptoe,

of small explosions that quietly expand the heart.

learn that the sea can open your heart,
that you can touch the stars and the sun to shine the

eyes

and you learn that a field of sunflowers knows enlighten the face,

that wakes you up the scent of spring from winter

to sit and read under the shade of a tree relaxes and frees

thoughts.

And you learn that love is made of delicate feelings, small

sparks in the stomach, presence of nearby too distant

and learns that time expands and that those five minutes are

precious and long more 'for many hours,

and you learn that you just close your eyes, turn on the senses,

sfornellare in the kitchen, read a poem, write

on a book or watch a photo

to cancel the time and distance and be with loved ones.

And you learn to hear a voice on the phone,

receive an unexpected, happy moments are small.

And you learn to have in the drawer and the heart, small dreams but

precious.

And you learn that keeping a child in her arms is a delightful

happiness'.

And you learn that the more gifts' ones are those who speak of

people you love ...

and learned that there is' happiness' in the urge to write

are your thoughts on paper,

that there is' something to love, happy melancholy

And you learn that in spite of your defenses,

despite your will or your destiny,

in every gull flying there 'in the heart of a small-sized

Jonathan Livingston.

And you learn how beautiful and magnificent simplicity '.

[Anonymous]

May the light of hope is preserved intact, as a magic key that illuminates the path even when the light seems to have disappeared eo away ... a big hug and peaceful holidays to all, ish