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What is happiness?



We are searching for it,
some for their whole life.
Happiness.
But what is it?

Is it joy?
Is it ecstasy?
Is it a punctual state?
Or a continuous one?

I think we can stop searching for it.
Why?
Instead of being finders who seek,
Let us be seekers who find.

I believe we already have what we are looking for –
it is waiting for us in ourselves.

Calm, peaceful
– deeply glowing from within.

I. Gemäßigt, misterioso.
II. Adagio. Feierlich.
Rising of the moon, Kandinsky (1903)

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