On happiness
Chin’s Thirty Three Happy Moments.
13. It has been raining for a whole month and I lie in bed in the morning like one drunk or ill, refusing to get up. Suddenly I hear a chorus of birds announcing a clear day. Quickly I pull aside the curtain, push open a window and see the beautiful sun shining and glistening and the forest looks like having a bath. Ah, is this not happiness?
After many evenings of reading and quiet contemplation, I reach the end of the book. I put it back on the shelf, pick up another, and begin reading. Ah, is this not happiness?