” Things that bring happiness”

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Lilia Ambrosi reflektiert über die Definition des Begriffs sowie über das Erreichen von ”Happiness”.
Leider nur auf englisch verfügbar.

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Things that bring happiness

“Things that bring happiness – reading the first volume of a novel we didn’t know and managing to unearth the long-awaited second volume… picking up pieces of a letter someone has ripped up and finding one with three complete lines written on it… getting hold of some Michinoku paper, or even a few sheets of normal paper is nice …”. Sei Shonagon, a court lady to Sadako, a Japanese Empress, wrote this in one of her long lists of things loved and hated, desired and lost, in The Pillow Book in the tenth century. I think, “in the first bookshop I come across, finding the monographic issue on John Berger of the Riga magazine, still in its wrapping!” But then again, straight after that, “discovering that all the bulbs I planted with my mother last year are sprouting”… but that may not be very Aristotelianly eudaimonist. Actually, it seems pretty much to be the joy of getting yourself something that guarantees a certain period of pleasure. After all, this enjoyment comes from being bent over. Over the soil, of course, but also over books, blank pages, thoughts… and perhaps even over those you would most like to turn away from… Then, as I write about studying and writing, up it pops again. That old pressure on the breastbone and between the ears, that slow urge, light and intense, that has always enflamed my cheeks whenever I’m alone with my words. Happiness? It tastes like air. It has everything in it. It seems to be made of nothing. But I have walked a long way to find these wings.

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