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HAPPINESS:
Is your desire ever satisfied, or does it simply relocate after each new objective is met?
My mother works the land she and my father own, planting flowers and trees everywhere. One day I was walking along the driveway at my parent's house, looking for her, just to see what she was working on.
I stopped in one spot by a hillside and stared in the direction of something that had caught my attention. But I saw nothing, and so I moved on. Within seconds I heard my mother's footsteps coming down from the hillside where I had just been looking. Where had she come from?
Shovel in hand, she'd been there all along — I just hadn't seen her. She had on a coat that blended almost perfectly with her background surroundings; the grey and brown landscape of a springtime thaw in Ontario, Canada, allowed her to disappear from view. And because I didn't see her, I couldn't say "hello."