Hello, this is Ditto.

In Chapter 33 of the Tao Te Ching, Laozi wrote:

"Ji-jok-ja-bu (知足者富)—He who knows contentment is truly rich."

Leo Tolstoy, the great Russian literary master, also captured the futility of insatiable greed in his short story, How Much Land Does a Man Need?

Given an offer to have as much land as he could circle on foot before the sun went down, the protagonist Pahom runs without rest to claim even a single inch more. In the end, he manages to reach the starting line just in time, only to collapse on the spot, spitting blood, and die. All the land he ever truly needed was a grave barely two meters long—the exact measure of his body.

Happiness does not scale with the numbers printed in a bank account or the sheer volume of possessions we amass. Happiness is born in that brief moment when we quietly look down at what rests in our hands and declare to ourselves, "This is enough." The instant we make that declaration, we break free from the chains of endless lack and comparison, becoming the true masters of our own lives.

Knowing what is enough is not the laziness of giving up on growth. It is the most active form of gratitude—a profound realization of the immense miracles that already fill our lives today.

Do you find yourself constantly lamenting the empty half of your glass, or do you smile at the half that is full?

[Poem of the Day]

Happiness / Na Tae-joo

Having a home to return to
At the end of the day;
Having someone to keep in your heart
When times are hard;
Having a song to sing alone
When loneliness sets in.

Pausing this endless race, let us softly turn our gaze toward the modest meal and the warm bed that sustained us today.

"This is truly enough." May this quiet murmur make your night
the richest in the entire world.

This was Ditto.