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Whether there is in life happiness?

That such happiness? Whether there is a universal answer to this question? I think, hardly …

For many years I lived with confidence that happiness is a project of my future. That if long to make an effort, be fooled, experience deprivations and difficulties, to raise, study, to develop, then one fine day there will come the happy time. And it will last - to last - to last … And now “rest only dreams us“. Also it is necessary to hurry very much, to adjust time - that to get to this “nirvana“ rather … And what now - is absolutely not very well, small, ordinary and is boring … And there, behind turn the real happy life will also begin.

You creep to this mountain which is thought up by you, stumble, sometimes slide down, but rest and happiness on for the rest of the life is precisely confident that conquest of top at last will present you a pacification, … I do not know

as at you, but I have a holiday of realization of the desirable - read: exit to a desired plateau after tiresome rise - always short. Yes, I rejoice and proud of myself some time. But very soon, having looked round properly at “the cleared bar“, I notice how many still all “unsubdued“ around. Euphoria of a victory passes quickly … And you slowly - little by little begin to clamber to new top …

I the same difficulties of a way …

A again what with happiness? With that guaranteed - it is interesting whom or than - a condition of the future, having reached which it will always be possible to exhale and celebrate at last?

When I the first time realized that my expectation an essence illusion, fell apart awfully … I sincerely was indignant, became angry about the villain - destiny, for any time lost interest in any kind of activity, except sluggish and spiteful in relation to world around “nothing - not - makings“. Lack of any guarantees for the future drove me to despair … Uncertainty of mine deprived of me desire today “tomorrow“ though somehow to move … The stupor, the deadlock, crisis …

But gradually began to dawn light at the end of the tunnel … If mine already took place yesterday, and my future - without any firm and encouraging guarantees what I can hold in this whirlpool of life?

Only for the “today“. Because on “today“ I can though somehow to influence - the thoughts, feelings, elections, behavior. Right now I can present to myself - or to take away from myself - an opportunity to become happy - on this such short, but precisely my instant “here and now“. I can will fail evening on a sofa, dreaming that I will sometime write the clever book which will be read by millions. And I can sit down and write a page right now - another about what sincerely concerns me. Advances or brakes. Amuses or does sad.

When I am attentive to myself and to life now, I can realize, than my life is filled. Or that - in deficiency.

When I am focused on the present moment, I treat myself much more carefully. Because for me and the truth there is important with what I fill the time today. For tomorrow it is not enough guarantees. Almost any. And then the actual moment is filled absolutely with other taste and value. Time is slowed down. Days cease to flash as the landscape merging in a monotonous strip behind a window of the high-speed express. Every day becomes valuable. Important. Special.

What I made today? For? For others? What for? whether results Please me? Or afflict? How I lived this day?

It is sure, everyone, such question which asked itself, the piece of happiness will precisely find in the though absolutely tiny today, but. Happiness is hardly always fireworks, a storm of emotions, shouts of the jungle and splashes of champagne. It can be very simple thing. At everyone - the. Smile of the passerby. In time the suitable bus. The five brought by the child from school. Minus half a kilo on a scale of scales. An evening victory over yourself when instead of lazy inaction you sit down to write article. Or mother`s call that a little it became better for her … than

Of course, in every day and misfortunes it is full … The same, at first sight, tiny. Or grow larger. But here already depends on us what to place emphasis on. What to look for - an occasion to be glad or the reason to be upset … as it is paradoxical

I, but with such approach and the purposes on the future it is easier to formulate and reach. Much familiarly wearisome “trample on a threshold“. The purpose is more volume, the more it demands - in your imaginations - labor costs, the it is more difficult to begin. Rolls a protest or feeling of the powerlessness …

A if I live exactly today and for me mine “today“ - the only “strong“ reality, I can precisely identify what piece of the desirable - or what short step to the purpose - I can make now. And gradually achievement of the purpose instead of difficult “grandioz“ turns into a chain of your small, but quite real steps …

So happiness, in my opinion, quite really and available. And in the everyday mode? Everything depends on you …