(Written on February 6, 2017) I have not written for a long time, so please do not judge strictly.

Night, a mysterious and magical time, when we can be away from everyone, when we can be ourselves. Someone dreams of high, someone dreams of great things, there are people who are interested in work, sports, each other, and there are those who just enjoy this particular time of day.

At 0:57 and I can not sleep. Outside, the impenetrable fog. It is raining slightly. And, despite this, at first glance, gloomy and unpleasant weather, right now it is even breathing differently. And thoughts that do not leave the already insane head. Thoughts are diverse, like birds, flashed and intertwined with each other, like threads of a naughty tangle of threads. But they are very warm.

But, there is one that is particularly bright. This thought of happiness.

What is happiness? We are aware of it, but not visible; we feel it, but we do not feel it; it is as light and weightless as our soul. Yes, there is happiness, and for each it is different. But the saddest thing is to realize that for some reason you will not be able to feel it.

But this is a completely different side of the coin.

Now a little about something else. I do not know why, but it was precisely today that this question came into my head, and I wondered what happiness was for me. It seems to be a simple question, and it should be a simple answer. But it was not there. Happiness is life, or rather, real life in all its manifestations. And God forbid, it can not be divided into any separate branches. This is almost all that surrounds us.

But there is a small but ... if a person, anyone, ask, "do you know what happiness is?" - he will not think about it as a whole, he will divide it into certain parts - for someone happiness is children , for someone's favorite person, more - work, hobby, sport, etc.

Everyone has a lot of options ... and at the same time, everyone experiences his own specific emotions with this question - both positive and negative - someone is sad, someone on the contrary feels a surge of vitality, energy, literally ready to "turn the mountains" ...

Stop ... I got a little carried away, please forgive me ... so still, that there is this feeling for me. Sometimes I feel like a little prince who is trying to find his rose in a huge universe.

For me, happiness is a certain person, about whom I do not know, for the sake of which I will be able to "move mountains", who will also see happiness in children, in life, in everything ... this feeling is closely intertwined with love, with dreams. It is difficult, honestly, to talk about this in general. It is even more difficult to believe that one day I will find him just as happiness will find me, because it is quiet, calm, a little bit shy, you need to talk about it in a whisper, or rather just keep silent and just live with it.

And yet the night is a wonderful time when we can enjoy the silence, think about what we would like or what we do not allow ourselves in the daytime ... this is a mysterious time.