Discovering Happiness at the Top of a Mountain

Discovering Happiness at the Top of a Mountain


August 29, 2015
On top of a Mountain

I’m in the Alps!  It’s just as beautiful as you’d imagine it to be — there’s an emerald lake in the middle of the mountains, the sound of crickets, the slightest stir of a breeze, and tall, towering, majestic mountains enveloping it all. How can I tell you how much I love the Italian countryside? How much I love scrambling about on a hot summer’s day, how much I love rolling green hills, and lazy summer mornings? How the sight of cows grazing in a field makes me happy, how the peacefulness of little Italian streets at night beats the lights of a thriving city…how war and evil and desolation couldn’t possibly exist in a place such as this. How could there possibly be any evil in a place full of so much beauty and simple pleasures? Where the only things you can see for miles and miles are mountains and the only sounds you hear are nature? I can feel the softness of the grass beneath my bare foot, and the warmth of the sun on my skin.

“What is happiness?” they ask.
“This,” I reply.

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Kazandra Pangilinan

Kazandra is probably not that different from you. She eats, sleeps,and wonders about how to make the most of this life. This blog is dedicated to the trials and triumphs she has experienced in the process of growing up in her quest to find meaning, connection and happiness.

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