Golden hour over a lakeside retreat

Poem

What is happiness?

Because happiness is a memory it exists because at the same time the reverse is also true

I mean this: because happiness reminds us of happiness it pursues us and therefore we flee from it

and vice versa, I mean this: that we look for happiness because it hides in our memories and

vice versa, I mean this: happiness must exist somewhere at some time because we remember it and it reminds us.

What is happiness? … we remember it and it reminds us.

Rutger Kopland, Memories of the Unknown