One should always have a village to which one can go. How beautiful is the flowing fountain, animals, waking up to the sounds of birds, or the sapling he planted as a child turning into a tree, even if you come back after many years, everything is in the same place, or our past, which we throw away because it is old now, is valuable here.
I remembered the time when I said I was very happy in the very center of life. Was I happy when I was visiting stores in shopping malls, was it the moon and stars that I couldn't see or watch at night in houses made of large stone piles, or was it in those expensive places I visited? If this is happiness, what is the name of the feeling I am experiencing in my village right now? I can not find. I have indescribable feelings. I eat Mother's bread, yoghurt, cheese and butter every morning. While I can't wait to watch the stars on the roof or balcony every morning; I want there to be morning every evening. Without realizing it, days like this have passed and I am happy. Is there a limit to the happiness I experience? How far will I get away from nature and greenery, from which we become isolated every day? In which cafe restaurant can I enjoy evening tea with a turtle in the vineyards or which view would make me this happy?
I can explain it to you by writing, I say you don't just read it, you live it...
May your happiness and peace always taste like the scent of daisies...