In your haste to gather material wealth
Do not forget the nonphysical matters of the heart
It is not wise to fill your house with beautiful and expensive items
While your heart is totally empty of happiness
It is not unusual for the human instinct to push us to the field of materialism
And make us gather all sorts of gadgets
It is not uncommon for people to have stacks and stacks of money
And yet feel helplessly depressed
It is wise to balance your needs
And accurately assess your physical and spiritual status
Regardless of what science says
Spirituality is the backbone of true happiness
It is inside the heart
Where life is melted and refined
Into fine mature wine
Or sometimes nectar
To be consumed in the privacy of one's company
Happiness is not sold in the shops
It is a state of being
Just like Love
Happiness is gift
To the Lovers
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