Gardening
I've found that it makes me happy to work in my garden, when I'm in East Frisia. It is more or less pointless work, because whenever I'm returning from my "real" life in Frankfurt, all the weeds are back and laughing at me.
Working in this garden doesn't make the world a better world, except that maybe I'm less grumpy and therefore nicer to other people, when I've got some things done in the garden. I will never become a famous gardener whose garden, by means of its unspeakable beauty, is mesmerizing people who are looking at it. When I've been working in it for a few days, it still looks like a wilderness. It does in no way compare to the gardens of the neighbours, who are permanent residents of the area.
But anyway, happiness is its own reward.
Working in this garden doesn't make the world a better world, except that maybe I'm less grumpy and therefore nicer to other people, when I've got some things done in the garden. I will never become a famous gardener whose garden, by means of its unspeakable beauty, is mesmerizing people who are looking at it. When I've been working in it for a few days, it still looks like a wilderness. It does in no way compare to the gardens of the neighbours, who are permanent residents of the area.
But anyway, happiness is its own reward.