We rush through life, barely catching our breath and changing our shoes on the go. Sneakers are for health, sharp stilettos are for a career, slippers are for home. Just now they were sandals—now, again, winter boots. And we run, run, run… As if just around the corner something is waiting for us that we’re missing for full happiness.
And in this running we don’t notice that happiness is right nearby. It almost avoids our frantic onslaught, afraid to come closer—afraid we’ll trample it. It tucks its feet timidly so they won’t get crushed by our hard heels. Because happiness walks barefoot…