A writer once interpreted happiness as "having" and wanted to have a lot of things, so she worked hard to do things, even at the expense of her body. Until one day, she fell ill from overwork

A writer once interpreted happiness as "having" and wanted to have a lot of things, so she worked hard to do things, even at the expense of her body. Until one day, when she fell ill due to overwork, she suddenly understood that happiness is "nothing": no worries, no worries, no illness, no disasters. A lot of "beings" in life are for others to see, and a lot of "nothings" are really for themselves. How many people, all their lives, are obsessed with living better than the people around them, always living to see others, and over time they lose themselves. They all forget that if they can't let go of the heart of comparison, if they can't give up the idea of comparison, false happiness will only burst like a bubble. True happiness is actually very simple, as the saying goes: "Happiness is the fulfillment of every tiny wish of life, having to eat when you want to eat, and someone loves you when you want to be loved." People's Daily night reading