Joy.

Siddhartha learned something new on every step of his path, for the world was transformed, and his heart was enchanted. He saw the sun rising over the forest-covered mountains and setting over the distant palm beaches. At night, he saw the stars in the sky in their fixed positions and the crescent of the moon floating like a boat in the deep blue. He saw trees, stars, animals, clouds, rainbows, rocks, herbs, flowers, stream and river, the glistening dew in the bushes in the morning, distant high mountains pale and blue, singing birds and the bees, wind wafting like silver through the rice fields. All of these thousands of colorful things had always been there; the sun and the moon had always shone, rivers had always roared and bees had always buzzed, but in former times all of this had been nothing more to Siddhartha than a fleeting, deceptive veil before his eyes. He had looked upon these with mistrust, as if their destiny was to be penetrated and destroyed by thought, since material things were not essential to existence, the essence of which lay beyond, on the other side of what was visible. But now, his liberated eyes stayed on this side; he saw and became aware of that which was visible and sought to be at home in this world. He did not search for true essence and did not aim at a world beyond. It was beautiful and wonderful to go through the world in this childlike way. The moon and the stars were beautiful, as were the stream and the riverbanks, the forest and the rocks, the goat and the gold beetle, the flower and the butterfly. It was lovely and beautiful to walk through the world like this, childlike and fully awake, open to what is near and without mistrust. The sun shone differently upon the head, the shade of the forest cooled him differently, the stream and the cistern were different, the pumpkin and the banana tasted different. The days were short, the nights also short; every hour sped swiftly away like a sail on the sea, and under the sail was a ship full of treasures and joy.

Herman Hesse