The other day I saw
a rich standing in front of the temple.
tended his hands full of stones
all passersby, saying: "Have compassion
,
take of me these gems.
I have
sick soul and heart have hardened me:
mercy, have mercy,
take it, cause that
cure me.
But nobody paid attention.
poem entitled Misery, written by Lebanese artist and poet Khalil Yibran Yibran
There is no doubt that a truly wise man is a happy man. The true happiness, lasting, is not in having great possessions or do great things. It is here and now, in the present moment and we must not act in a special way to find it, just knowing it's there, always waiting in our hearts. Find it within ourselves continuously balance the relationship with our environment and teach us to marvel at the miracle that hold the small things in life.