When I Wake up in the morning, I see outside the window flutters the snow veil. Cuckoo in the clock cuckoo to inform everyone that it's seven o'clock in the morning. And I hear my mom shouting to me, "Bunny, get up, do not be late". Half asleep, I answer her: "Well, three more minutes, mommy." Every day I'm late for school. And the teacher tells me to stand outside the door in the hallway. And I always have very bad marks on a test. After school my friends and eat hot cakes. Fascinated look at dresses on display in the shop Windows. Such are the little things and make our lives truly happy. I'd like to live again such is life...
But isn't that natural? To talk different depending on the interlocutor. To adapt to the situation. If we didn't, there would be no countries, no nationalities, no society. All lie depending on the circumstances. Everyone wears a different face in front of his family, friends and environment. But who said that is wrong? What is the "true" person?
Charles wanted yesterday, you - today, and I need tomorrow.
- But tomorrow may be worse than today.
- No, better, because people continue to pursue happiness, no matter how long it may take.
- If happiness has a form, then what is it?
- It's like glass. Because usually don't notice it. But it certainly is. If you look from a different angle, the glass will begin to reflect the light. The fact that you can see inside... is proof of that.
(The shape of happiness might resemble glass. Even though you don't usually notice it, its still definitely there. You merely have to change your point of view slightly and then that glass will sparkle when it reflects the light. I doubt that anything else could argue its own existence more eloquently.)
Although I remember that the peace we sought, then, for green fields, was full of heat, I don't remember when I was surrounded by solitude and the cold wind...
