We rush through life, barely having time to catch our breath and change our shoes as we go. Sneakers are for health, sharp stilettos are for a career, slippers are for home. Just now there were sandals, and again - winter boots. And we run, we run, we run... As if there, around the bend, something awaits us that we lack for complete happiness. And in this running we do not notice that happiness is nearby. It barely dodges our rapid onslaught, afraid to get closer so as not to be trampled. It carefully presses its legs so that they are not crushed by our hard heels. After all, happiness walks barefoot...Lana Barsukova