Yesterday I went to Dunham Massey. It is a grand stately hall with a big garden with lots of trees. As you know it is autumn in U.K. The woodland has turned very beautiful with radiant yellow, golden and red coloured leaves intermingled with some green leaves of course. The grass below is covered with falling leaves of various colours, painting an abstract design on the green canvas. The sun was timidly looking through the high white clouds. It was not windy and it was not raining. I felt very happy being there. Soon all the leaves would fall leaving skeletonised trees. In a few weeks winter would prevail turning the trees into ghosts against a dark sky. In autumn I feel happier than in summer even.
Happiness is very difficult to define. I equate happiness with contentment in present. And if one is thinking or planning to have more in future then by definition he is not content with present and hence not happy in present. By corollary it seems if one is going to have less in future, he will be more happy in present being all other parameters equal.
It may be this paradigm, why I find my self so happy in autumn.
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