happiness

Things are dead in themselves: we only give them life,and then like fools, we turn around and are afraid of them. But be not like certain fisherwomen, who caught in a storm on their way home from market, took refuge in the house of florist. they were lodged for the night in a room next to the garden where the air was full of frgrance of flowers. in vain did they try to rest, until one of their number suggested that they wet their fishy baskets and place their heads then they all fell into a sound sleep.
the world is full of fish basket, we must not depend upon it for enjoyemnt..

From vivekananda.