Happiness, Authorsess - Eliza Bach (Romania)

Happiness
Eliza Bach (Romania)

It's morning. The sun has risen before me, giving the sky a blue note. An unconsciously happy blue, different from the blue, I usually feel in my soul. This is how happiness takes place, unconscious of itself. When it is born, it is born without a body, unconcerned with the limits of space and time. I have a feeling. The semblance of the feeling of happiness seems to be born when the resources of attempts to reach it run out. It takes unexpected forms. From you wonder what. You can perceive it with a sense like the sky. It seems to be there but it is not to be reached or possessed. You perceive it and know that it is there, without knowing how you know.  And once you have experienced the feeling of happiness, but not in the form of ordinary joy, but in the form of present peace of mind, it is enough for the soul to believe again that it can live with all that is suffering. It bears its sufferings of all kinds, just as the sky bears its rains and storms, its storms and darkness.

When the darkness of suffering overshadows the spirit of life, sometimes the light of hope seems too distant. Then, love can take the form of a divine hand that reaches out to comfort and soothe. It materializes even if for a while only, through a word or a smile in the encounter with another person. In the encounter with another person you have the opportunity to meet yourself again, to find yourself, to reinvent yourself in a new way of perceiving love and happiness. In that kind of love and happiness that the sight of a strip of blue sky, making its way through the clouds, gives you. That kind of happiness heals. It is the happiness that soothes.
The sky calls itself, after it cries its rain, serene happiness.

©️ Eliza Bach