When I was some levels below
Without a job and a car
I sought and craved these things
I thought they would make me happy.
At a point God gave me both
And I wasn't in any way happier
Rather new craving dominated my mind
Maybe when I get this and that, I will probably be happy.
Again God gave me those things I craved
Yet life remained as it was
I sought to find out why
Then I learnt these lessons.
Happiness is not extrinsic.
Material things don't guarantee happiness
You can own the world and not be happy
Happiness is not a destination; happiness is a choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem