We only ever remember happiness. And happiness is everywhere. Maybe it is This is the autumn garden behind the barn And clean air pouring in through the window.
In the bottomless sky with a light white edge A cloud rises and shines. Long ago I keep an eye on him… We don't see much, we don't know much, And happiness is given only to the knowledgeable.
The window is open. She squeaked and sat up On the windowsill bird. And from books I avert my tired gaze for a moment.
The day is getting late, and the sky is empty. The sound of a threshing machine can be heard on the threshing floor… I see, I hear, I'm happy. It's all in me.
In short, in this sonnet, I. A. Bunin says that happiness is here, around you, in simple, sometimes familiar things, like this “garden behind the barn”. We must learn to “see, hear” around us, and then we will discover that happiness is already in us.
I don't think anyone can give an exact answer that is suitable for everyone. Everyone has their own happiness. Someone finds it in the family, someone in money, someone in fame. For me, true happiness, to come to terms with yourself, to be in harmony with your inner Self, then comes peace, joy of life.
True happiness has its own concept for everyone.
For some, this is a full-fledged family,for some it is financial independence, for some it is the absence of children and full dedication to yourself…
But what these points have in common is “a sense of satisfaction with life.” Perhaps this is “true happiness”.
We only ever remember happiness.
And happiness is everywhere. Maybe it is
This is the autumn garden behind the barn
And clean air pouring in through the window.
In the bottomless sky with a light white edge
A cloud rises and shines. Long ago
I keep an eye on him… We don't see much, we don't know much,
And happiness is given only to the knowledgeable.
The window is open. She squeaked and sat up
On the windowsill bird. And from books
I avert my tired gaze for a moment.
The day is getting late, and the sky is empty.
The sound of a threshing machine can be heard on the threshing floor…
I see, I hear, I'm happy. It's all in me.
In short, in this sonnet, I. A. Bunin says that happiness is here, around you, in simple, sometimes familiar things, like this “garden behind the barn”. We must learn to “see, hear” around us, and then we will discover that happiness is already in us.
I don't think anyone can give an exact answer that is suitable for everyone. Everyone has their own happiness. Someone finds it in the family, someone in money, someone in fame. For me, true happiness, to come to terms with yourself, to be in harmony with your inner Self, then comes peace, joy of life.