Happiness

What is it to be happy? How can we be happy? I have no idea. I had some strange dreams today, my dreams proliferated here in Ireland, it was a good dream, usually they have been good. I woke up thinking that to dream is to be happy. To kiss my son in the morning. To wake up and just have to write. To live for myself. To be silent. Not to be afraid. To be whole. To realize how big life is. To read all the time. To have books all over the house. Not to worry about problems that don't exist. Take it one step at a time. To imagine the unimaginable.

*Pictura of Silviarita

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