On happiness

I've had my own moments when I couldn't see any reason to live. I went on living because I couldn't die. I wasn't suicidal, I'm talking about the moments of deep, even visceral understanding that life is nothing but suffering.

I've changed now. I'm happy. My son is my happiness. If I'm asked now why I was ever born, I'd answer: "To see him smile when I come back from work". To listen to his "dadadadadada". My whole life with all its sufferings and hardship is glorified the moment when I see my baby's toothless smile. This is happiness and for me now there is no greater joy.