What is happiness?

 I got up this morning in high spirits, I need to rush to work, you may ask, why does a pensioner, who gave almost his entire life to his Motherland, worked tirelessly honestly and conscientiously, need work, because my caring Fatherland, my beloved mother, in theory  should I have made sure that in retirement I would be free from the now backbreaking labor, relax, raise, nurse my grandchildren, pass on my invaluable experience to them, and gratefully praise my great and rich Motherland?

 But, apparently, my Motherland has fallen ill, is sick, it has no time for its elders, with gray hair at the temples, its sons, to save itself from its adversaries, it is drenched in blood, day and night it forges swords so that it can deal well with its fierce enemies, in order to discourage them from entering someone else’s monastery.  with your vicious damn rules: grab and grab yourself!

 So, our great Motherland will recover, turn to face us, and everything will fall into place.

 Therefore, I do not complain, I patiently wait for bright times to come so that I can enjoy the rest of my life to the fullest, without headaches and worries.

 But, nevertheless, today for some reason I feel happy, why?

 I thought, I thought, looked deep inside myself and understood the main thing, everything else pales before this brilliant simplicity, namely:

 - Happiness is when nothing hurts!

 Everything else will follow!

P.S.

 Although someone can remind you that there is a soul, does it also sometimes hurt?
 Yes, it hurts... does that mean I only hinted at half the happiness?