Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite. There is peace in the garden. Peace and results. The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet.
Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements in life, when all we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about. Happiness is liking what you get. Not only about people but about subjects, not only about the arts but about history and foreign customs. Not only about countries and cities, but about plants and animals. Not only about lichened rocks and curious markings on the bark of trees, but about stars and atoms.