"Are you happy?" asked the little princess and the petals seemed to open up towards the sky, as if to touch the warmth of the morning sunshine.
"Is that for me?" she asked inquiringly and threw her head back. Her gaze lazily swept across the blue sky, searching for a happy face somewhere which the morning blossoms seemed to greet coyly. It was a vast blue, as cloudless as it could be. She felt the emptiness once again, the sort which filled her up when sheI looked at the sky on autumn blue mornings, cloudless and silent.
It was when she looked at the petals once again that she felt a rush. She saw a face there. She didn't know it yet it made her strangely comfortable. Perhaps the silence of the face didn't make her run away, it made her feel safe.. And after a long time she heard the voice of the flowers once again. She was happy and felt peaceful. It was going to be a fine morning alright.
"Happiness is a state of mind which you can consciously choose to be in. We become too conscious of happiness at times, in an effort to deal with a confused, burdensome abstract of sorts, in the face of stark reality and its collaterals. The definition of happiness shouldn't change with time. It's not about what one's got, but about how and whom to share with what one's got. You might disagree - I will happily agree with that..".
