The process itself...
In the school time, I had the habit to read books in a rather weird way. When I knew, a book was not that hard to understand, I would read the first pages in order to have an introduction of the story itself and then go to the last chapters to read the end, either a happy end, a sad end or whatever. Then I would have an impression of the whole thing without read the whole book. Was I too lazy to do so? No, there were two main points, why I did so. The first one was and is, I love books, stories and histories. The second one, I did not have enough time to read them. The compromise way I had chosen, was to read the first and last pages and said to myself, the process itself is not that important.
Doing so, I missed the hardness, cruelty, fighting spirit and beauty of the process. Last but not least, the art of telling stories and the language itself, the chosen words and the art to express something.
Many people think, happiness is a target to be reached. That is why, it is something far away, high above us, unreachable. It is the goal of all your efforts and maybe also the award of your hardworking and diligence and all other virtues. I thought so too, poor I. It should not be so. Happiness is not a target to be reached, it is the process itself. Treasure every second of your hardworking, every step you make in the desert, every moment spent in the battle field. Because life is far too valuable just to be spent in order to receive this mere award at the end.
And I think, I know, what is happiness and what is contentment. I think, I have reached one part of the knowledge...
Glück ist kein Ziel, es ist der Prozess.





