Happiness

Happiness – Sometimes, when things are going well, you feel you could be quite happy just repeating the same familiar routine with the same little round of sights and experiences, that you need nothing more than the view from your back window, the bike ride through the local park to work etc. – that all this quite enough, since each of these experiences contains in its way an infinite wealth. And then you hear someone singing a Piaf song, and you remember that there is a place called Paris to which you could also travel, by train, just to enjoy its teeming life – and it seems like a kind of miracle of good fortune to find yourself living in such an unimaginably varied, rich and beautiful world.