What is happiness if not the free flow of oneself?

My brother, this time I turn to you not to bring my usual plaintive prayer, but to tell you that I am happy. Already, io, Federico, today I am happy but I cannot understand the reason for this happiness.

In fact there is nothing different, nothing has happened that could have fueled this state that makes me feel so happy.
I imagine that happiness can be defined as an inner condition that accompanies you in everyday life, in the most common actions which perhaps, at other times, were done badly while, when one feels happy, they are done with joy.

Here, this gives me a little to think about and I ask you, sure of your infinite patience, to try to explain to me what this happiness is that today makes me feel so radiant, makes me see everything so beautiful, everything so cheerful. Federico

One moment, one moment, do not answer, because, at this point, we are all in the queue of our friend Federico to ask us questions too, which then all lead to the same question, in the end: what is happiness?

Yes, because we have all sought happiness: after all, looking for happiness seems a bit like the goal of all existence, of the life of each of us.
I, for example, I have sought happiness in an attempt to be free and for this I did not bond with anyone, I did not allow myself to be commanded by anyone, I was always rebellious, arrogant, sometimes mischievous, a little thief; all to maintain this freedom that I saw as a mirage in front of me.

But then, in the end, I kept looking for happiness, so it means that what I thought could give it to me did not give it to me; and then I too, like Federico, can only ask: what is happiness, after all? Zifed

Io I thought that happiness could come from contentment of the mind, and so, throughout my life I have managed to continually feed my mind, which longed to find this condition which it longed for but which, nevertheless, did not belong to it.

But, despite having the possibility of being able to continuously provide new elements to my analysis, to my search for understanding, when I died, I died unhappy. So, my brothers, what is ... what is happiness? Andrea

For my part, I have been looking for happiness in many directions and, over a long period of time, I thought that happiness was mainly related to love relationships with other people ... even if at the time, perhaps, my conception of a "love relationship" was somewhat exaggeratedly mixed with sexuality.

This is how many people I have loved, always hoping that the last love was the final love, that love that would finally make me happy; but not happy for the acceptance by the world around me, not happy because my behavior maybe put me on everyone's lips (those who admired me, those who hated me), but happy because I loved and was loved.

But perhaps, alas, it was not really love mine, or perhaps what I thought was love does not give happiness.
So I ask you, brothers, how to search, how to feed, how to find, how to grasp happiness between your fingers without it escaping? Billy

I have sought happiness ... always, practically always! But I was looking for her as stupid as I really was, in the end, because I said "I want to be happy" but I didn't know what I meant by "be happy"!

I knew that I had to live, I had to do, I had to act, yes, try to be cheerful, have fun, contact other people, maybe rejoice for a beautiful painting, for a beautiful drawing, that something cultural, artistic, but there was no nothing in particular for which I could say: “Here, that could give me happiness”, and so I died without being happy.

I ask myself: how is it possible to die happy and seek happiness if you don't know what happiness is? It seems like a big catchphrase that continues to turn for all the lives we are leading, one after the other, without finding a solution and then, maybe, I imagine that the solution will be there, very simple, very easy; however, my dear friends, tell me ... because I just still don't see it!
Ah, I certainly still have many lives ahead! Margeri

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And you, you children, all you children who seek happiness, and despair, and suffer, and many times you spoil the beautiful things that happen to you and of which you do not know how to treasure within yourselves because you are not satisfied with what you have ...
It would be easy, children, to tell you that to be happy it is enough to be happy with what you have, but it cannot be like this; the answer cannot be so simple, as it is part of the evolutionary need of the individual not to be almost never happy with what he possesses or, at least, to limit his contentment to a short period to turn, then, to other new goals, other new goals that make him seem the satisfaction he had until recently only a point of passage, now outdated and no longer satisfying. Weather

This, creatures, ends up becoming a sort of search, with no apparent end, towards something that appears chimerical, difficult to hold back, something which, however, undoubtedly provides a boost to the individual since even the simple pursuit of happiness induces the individual to ask questions, to move, to act, to interact with others and, therefore, to gain experience, accumulate understanding and on and on and on, moving on the scene ofevolution up to the abandonment of reincarnation, as his daughter Margeri said.
The answer, apparently distant, is instead so simple that, like all simple and immediate things, it escapes the attention of the observer.

The fact is that - irony of fate, irony of the Grand Design! - he who is truly happy does not notice!
The truly happy individual is the one who manages to express himself in his environment, he is the one who manages to manifest his interiority in a fluid way, without hitches, without emotional and energy internal blocks, he is the one, in short, who truly manages to be himself; even if, perhaps, in order to coexist with other individuals, he makes it possible to consciously put on masks (and this is the difference from masking the ego) in order to belong to the physical world in which he lives.

Therefore, happiness, creatures, does not lie in possessing riches, it does not lie in having a beautiful physical body, it does not lie in having many loves, it does not lie in having so many treasures, it does not lie in anything of what you observe around you. and on which, in spite of this, you project your pursuit of happiness.
In reality, happiness can only be found within you and, when you find it, when it belongs to you as you will finally have an evolutionary point where you will be able to make yourself flow spontaneously and continuously, you will not notice this happiness because it it will be a permanent, spontaneous and simple condition. Scifo

Sisters, brothers, what is happiness, you wondered.
Happiness is feeling united as you have been this evening, and having abandoned all those barriers that your mind builds day after day, moment by moment.
Happiness is having forgotten, even if only for a short time, that you are different from those around you. Viola

And then ... and then ... and then, my son, if you still can't feel happiness, true happiness, what to do then, what to do so as not to be unhappy (because unhappiness that yes, alas so often you take it in your hands and keep it by your side!)?

Try to do, son, what you so hardly do:
try to observe your moments of transient happiness and make them become precious,
try to capitalize them inside you and make them become seeds from which many others will blossom.

Try not to forget these seeds that existence gives you in large quantities,
try to keep them within you and make them unite, eventually, in a wonderful concert that only you, with your sensitivity, but more than anything else with your understanding, can truly manage. Moti

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