Someone asked me once, what is happiness.

I said to him, your mother, when she gave birth to you.

Her smile of that moment, was unquestionably the most happy in the world.

Happy be a mother who labored to raise her children.

Happy be any one who burdened for others, as if they were his or her children.

These happiness are most deserved, most honored, most shared.


Someone else asked me, how they can obtain such happiness if they cannot give birth like women.

I said, by not picking and choosing the daily burdens of life.

Each burden comes with its own rewards.

And the greatest happiness may come from the smallest of sacrifices.