Since I'm Italian (even if I prefer to say I'm Sardinian), it happens to me to make very italian things. Like tonight, an extremly windy night: a football match, a glass of wine, sardinian dry bread, walnuts, creamy gorgonzola. This nibble makes me think about all the people lived before me, who generated me. I don't know what is happiness, but sometimes the simple things like this make me feel I'm not far to be happy.
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Heyyy you remind me of Robert Di Niro:)
Being contented is happiness to me. A person who complains and lots of issues in life is sad and mad. As a person who eats walnuts from a packet, it always amuse me seeing whole walnuts being cracked and consumed 😁