What makes you happy?
See others around me happy. Walk. Wine. Archery.
What makes you happy?
See others around me happy. Walk. Wine. Archery.
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
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I believe true happiness come from within – our heart.
I try to do my best, making room for it there -
Walk, work, study, watch TV with my daughter, talk on the phone, definitely travel…
Быть счастливой это,когда чувствуешь,что нужна своим близким,и вообще всей этой Вселенной.Что ты выполняешь свою судьбу и твое прибывание здесь не напрасно.И ощущать гармонию этого мира.
It is so simple to be happy, dear Paulo Coelho, but at the same time it is the most mysterious thing in life.
It is in the eyes of our beloved, in the aroma of a flower, the singing of the birds, the warmth of the sun, the smell of the rain on earth, the blue sky, the smile and ..smell of the baby, the tender caresses and kisses, in music and yes… in wine that brings people closer.
Love,
Thelma
What makes me happy? i am always a happy person, Simple things make me happy. When i receive news from friends n family, when i see birds flying, when i see mothers feeding their babies naturally i mean breast feeding, when i can receive unexpected calls from old n new friends, when i can be with my beloved.
And on sunday, when i can go to a mass early in the morning.And can hear and feel the serenity of the church. Last xmas i went to mass in St. Bertrand des Commingues where i saw old people attending.That makes me so happy to be with them…
I don’t really like the word “happy”, it’s too general to describe specific emotions… Anyhoo, ART in all its forms trigger the highest feelings in me.
what makes me happy? sunshine, trees and learning something new about myself. the last one makes me very happy. like a flower in bloom, its not until my petals open that i feel beautiful (and happy).
When I stop trying, to remember that being happy is important, then happiness takes over
Waking up to my lover’s voice.
Holding my breath until my lungs begin to burn.
Stretching my arms and spine and legs as high into the sky as I can.
And knowing I change the reality around me every moment of every day.
Agree with you Paulo, this is the motiv ’cause I seem happy when I’m not, I want to carry to others the joy…always!
to be loved to feel love and to love!!!!! to know that i love the rite ones in this eternity!!!!!!
Spending time with my child. I have not found anything that makes me feel as whole or alive. He is now twenty five and it still is the most important thing.
nice choice,not bad at all
wish I would be more simillar to you
Another incidence of synchronicity: I was just pondering this very question a day or so ago, then again this morning, a few minutes ago, while making my coffee.
SPENDING TIME WITH MY DOGS: Just playing with them, watching them wrestle and play with one another, petting them or sharing a special treat with them, or giving each the thing I know that he or she loves best: For Spike, this is a nibble of cheese, for Miss Trixy, to have her tummy rubbed…and so on. The very best is, on a cold winter’s day, lying on a blanket on the floor in front of the fire with them – one lying on my feet, another with her head resting on my thigh, another at my side with his head tucked up under my arm, a couple more stretched out here or there – like a pack of wolves in a den, we are. And in those moments, a certain peace comes over me, a keen sort of contentment envelops me, and I can think of no other place on earth I’d rather be nor, even if I had the riches of a king, any other thing I’d rather be doing. Such moments are pure pleasure.
SPENDING TIME WITH MY DAUGHTER: Usually doing artwork together. She loves to draw and will sit for hours and draw one picture after another. I love to draw with her, and to sit and have her tell me the story behind each picture – what or who is in the picture, what are they doing or saying or thinking or feeling. Whole worlds come to life within the confines of that previously blank eight and a half by eleven sheet of paper. I am transported to realms far beyond my imagination. We also both love doing puzzles together – sharing in the exhilaration of the frenetic search for every piece. Sometimes we build things – this is probably my favorite. We go outside in the yard and sticks and leaves and other natural bits and pieces, then bring them back in and glue them together to create a “fairy home.” Or sometimes we take empty boxes, shoe and boot boxes and the like, and cut windows and doors in them, and stack them on top of one another to make multiple floors. Recently, we made a sort of sultan’s palace. Another favorite is collecting natural objects from outdoors: rocks, unusual sticks of pieces of wood, colorful leaves or flowers to be pressed, cicada husks or snail shells, birds nests (of which we now have quite a few)…. Once we even found a whole snakeskin where some snake had molted. Like all of our “special finds,” we brought it in and put it in the “play room” with all our other treasures. My daughter also loves collecting crystals. I like taking her to crystal shops, or sitting and reading with her about the various kinds and properties of crystals. I would love to take her some place where we could find crystals on our own, in nature. When we are together, engaged in any one of these or a hundred other activities, I become so thoroughly engaged in the present moment, I completely lose track of time. For me, that is genuine happiness – forgetting all past and all future and being so connected with the present moment that I become oblivious to the passing of time itself.
RIDING MY BICYLE: I haven’t done this in a while, but if I have had one obsession in this life, if I have ever had an addiction, cycling is it. I can easily spend hours in the saddle each day, day after day, week after week…and not tire of it, especially if I can continue to find new roads to take and new trails to explore. When I am really fit, there is something that happens at about mile twenty or twenty-five, this chemical, I suppose, that kicks in – that thing that many call “the runner’s high” begins at this point, and beyond that, barring a wreck or some other sort of accident, there is very little that can interfere with or counteract my bliss. All the troubles and worries and struggles of the world are then not twenty or forty or sixty miles behind me, but a million, a trillion. I am, in the cradle of that repetitive motion, that state of perpetual propulsion, in my own kind of Heaven on Earth. Nor does the countryside have to be spectacular, not the scenery wonderful. I have cycled in places as breathtaking as the Tuscan hills, and as flat and un-beautiful as the outskirts of the Everglades. I’ve cycled through the Ninth Ward in New Orleans (though not exactly leisurely) and Miami’s Overtown, I’ve whizzed by Buckingham Palace and down Fifth Avenue in New York City. It is all an equal thrill to me. The joy is in the motion, the simple act of self-propulsion, the constant exercise of one’s volition in deciding which path to take. Everyplace seems a wonderland to discover when viewed from the saddle of a bicycle. I think there’s also something about it – the sense of oneness with the machine itself – that strongly resonates with the Sagittarius in me: on my bike, I feel like a real Centaur.
BEING IN THE WOODS: And not just any woods, though any woods are better than none at all. There is something particularly special and especially comforting, to me, about being in the woods where I grew up – the mixed hardwood and pine forests, riverbottoms and marshlands of Southeast Texas. Here I feel at home; here I feel as though I have returned to the very womb of my being. The woods to me are more “home” than any particular “place” or “house.” Houses are dispensable, whereas there is something about the forest that is elemental, essential – the forest as locus of identity, of being, or all creation, in fact. When I am in the woods, I do not feel that I am, as society would have it, “in the wilds,” in the domain of the savage and untamed. Rather, just the opposite. I feel like I am cradled in the hands of a loving mother who promises to take care of me and provide for me and shelter me, no matter the circumstances in the outside world. And there is something particular about the scent of the forest, of the very soil itself, where one grows up. I could be taken blindfolded into the forest in a hundred different locations through out the world, and I do believe that, of that hundred, I would recognize the one place that is “home” – the forest that I knew as a child and grew up in. The scent is just that unmistakable, like a thumbprint. And there is something ever so comforting about moving into and through that familiar space, even if the particular stretch of woods I’m passing through is one I’ve never set foot in before. Just the fact that the trees and the underbrush, the birds and the animals, the composition of the soil itself is known to me, seemingly imprinted upon my very soul, like the scent and facial structure of the mother is imprinted in the infants brain – with just that sort of accuracy. And just that acutely do I long to be engulfed in that familiar embrace of the forest that is my home. There aren’t a lot of public hiking trails in this area, so I have spent the past three winters chopping out, by hand, numerous walking trails on our own land. This has become something of a hobby for me, if not an all out passion – spending the better part of a nice cool day in the woods, usually in the middle of a thicket (they don’t all this area The Big Thicket for nothing) with a brushcutter in my hands (something like a cross between an axe and a sickle) and a machette handing from hip. I chop and I chop and I chop, sometimes, when the thicket is particularly dense, making no more than ten or twenty yards progress in a day. And yet, as sweaty and gritty and downright dirty as the work is, it brings me more joy and a greater sense of fulfillment than if I were working all day at an executive’s job, in a cushy office, bringing in a six figure salary. There is something about literally diving into and directly interacting with the forest itself that brings me to the brink of bliss. I just enjoy being in the woods so much that I can hardly describe it, and I certainly can’t explain it.
So these are the things that make me happy:
Spending time with my dogs.
Spending time with my daughter.
Cycling.
Being in the woods.
I might add to that:
Good food – I love to eat.
Good wine.
Good music.
Love,
Savita
My meditation, reading a book by Paulo Coelho, walking, life, make a difference for a child simply by listening to him or her an to let him or her know I understand. And so many other things, the list would be endless….
Love,
Mirjam
O que que ti motivoua fazer todas as loucuras quando jovem