My dear friend, Happiness is loving

My dear friend,

The cause of your suffering is your (imagined yet believed) specialness. You think you are better than everyone, you trust no one. The world is a desolation because you have no love in your heart. You closed it off with the many things you made. Your busyness is a running away from everyone, is avoiding to look at everything as a whole, delaying to observe the sameness.
Happiness is loving. Loving at least one will suffice. But that one, love truly, completely.

A. Garden, September 2022