I got up at sunrise and was happy,
I walked, and was happy;
I roamed the forest and hills,
I wandered in the valleys,
I read. I did nothing,
I worked in the garden,
I picked fruit,
I helped in the house
and happiness followed me everywhere -
happiness which could not be referred
to any definite object,
but dwelt entirely within myself
and which never left me a single instant.
I walked, and was happy;
I roamed the forest and hills,
I wandered in the valleys,
I read. I did nothing,
I worked in the garden,
I picked fruit,
I helped in the house
and happiness followed me everywhere -
happiness which could not be referred
to any definite object,
but dwelt entirely within myself
and which never left me a single instant.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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