How often do you mention the places where you
were happy?
I always repeat. We're not going to remember
how much our chandelier or our toilet costs.
It will be taken by default by itself.
It doesn't make any difference.
For all material things are temporary pleasures.

Further, it is all habitual and nothing more than comfort.
I no longer remember those emotions of a fur coat, of a car, of some purchases, because it is, not that, worthless... In fact... it's not worth that much.

Only the places, the moments where we were happy
I always remember.

Happiness in simple things.
In the morning coffee in the morning city after the night rain.
When the smell of autumn chill mixes with the taste of hot fragrant coffee that you drink on your way to work. Perhaps not even in a hurry...
Happiness is in simple things...
For example in dry feet, which finally managed to warm up after a cold autumn day frozen and soaked to the thread ...
Happiness is in simple things...
When you know for sure that your loved ones are all right. When you have food and a roof.
And when there's something to keep you warm.
Happiness in simple things...
Even if it's just waking up.