8th time in a row Finland 🇫🇮 is the World’s Happiest Country! Is our country really so happy as World Happiness Report says?

Well, let’s first clear one thing. In these past 8 years no one asked me! No one.

And I heard they did not either from @Corina Maiwald. My happy German origin friend living in Finland now.

Anyhow, we need to ask what Corina and others think about this but let me first share my views.

Finland truly is one of the happiest and best countries in the World. Especially during the spring-summer-fall time.

The clean pure nature where we then get to enjoy our leisure time and celebrate midsummer - Like here in the picture below and to go pick berries from the forests, swim in lakes, rivers and sea.

And overall enjoy the beauty of a country where everyone have quite equal opportunities to education and basic income assuring that all of us have roof over our head, warmth and food - Is indeed something to be happy and grateful for.

These times when the World gives us many reasons for unhappiness, fears and sadness - We can still focus on the basic things that are well for us.

And with that, assure that others have it as well!

As much as ever, this World needs so much more love for another and so much common faith that the future can be bright once again - No matter how dark and hopeless many of the news try to make us feel.

I add in comments below the article about our BIG WIN of this ”competition” 8th time of Happiest Country of the World by Fortune Well!

Enjoy and let me know your thoughts, too!

And indeed as Fortune states in their article:

”It’s a good day to be a Finn - again”


♥️ Juudit

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What are some of the most famous regrets ever?
A photo that absolutely haunts me is the photo below of Leni Riefenstahl, a famous movie director from Germany. Riefenstahl’s stylistic movie making skills had helped the Nazis make excellent propaganda for a few years, but Riefenstahl had been largely insulated from the brutality of their reign — she just made some nice films, attended red carpet events and dined with the high and mighty at their most charming. Everything changed in September 1939 when Germany invaded Poland and Riefenstahl decided to be a war correspondent… A German officer later relayed the story of the photo above. He said there was a group of Jewish Poles gathered in a square. Riefenstahl was shooting scenes and asked the soldiers to “remove the people from the square” so she could capture the square and the soldiers better… the officer to which Riefenstahl gave the command, relayed it to his men thus: “Riefenstahl says, get rid of the Jews!” And the soldiers nodded, aimed their rifles and opened fire on them. They gunned down the Jews in front of the frightened director…

The moment was captured on camera by an assistent. Leni Riefenstahl, on September 12, 1939, coming to terms with what the Nazis were really all about. She later tried to sanitize the events in her memoirs, in which she pretended she tried to intervene and was threatened with death after. Looking at the photo I don’t see brave intervention — just a woman, frozen in mortal terror as she is forced to watch the consequences of the propaganda she helped make.

*"The problem with Africa is that, if they say nobody should go out, some people will go out to see if nobody has gone out"*😂

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The morning light did nothing to chase away the unease clawing at Vanessa’s chest. Shadows still clung to the corners of her room as if reluctant to let go. The deep scratch on the door was real—she had run her fingers over it more than once, feeling the raw edges where the wood had been torn.

Something had been outside her door last night. Something that wasn’t human.

She needed answers.

Vanessa stepped into the hallway, every step careful, her ears tuned for any sound. The Hollow Inn was quiet, but not the peaceful kind. It was the kind of quiet that hummed with something unseen, something waiting.

Downstairs, the innkeeper was behind the front desk, her thin fingers slowly polishing a tarnished key. She didn’t look up when Vanessa approached.

"I need to ask you something," Vanessa said, keeping her voice steady.

The old woman exhaled through her nose, still not looking up. "You should leave."

Vanessa tightened her grip on her notebook. "I got a note last night. Someone—something—was outside my door." She hesitated. "And I saw the newspaper. Black Hollow disappeared in 1962. But it’s here. And so are you."

The innkeeper’s hands stilled.

For a long moment, she said nothing. Then, slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes were pale, almost colorless, like fog rolling over dead water.

"You ask too many questions."

Vanessa swallowed. "I’m a journalist. It’s my job."

The woman’s gaze darkened. "Your job won’t matter if you’re dead."

A chill crawled up Vanessa’s spine. She wanted to push, demand more, but something in the woman’s tone—something final—made her pause.

Before she could say anything else, the bell above the inn’s door jingled.

A man stepped inside. He was older, his face lined with deep wrinkles, his clothes faded and worn. His eyes locked onto Vanessa, and she swore she saw recognition flicker there—though she had never seen him before in her life.

"New girl should go," he muttered. "Before it finds her."

Vanessa frowned. "Before what finds me?"

The man hesitated, glancing at the innkeeper. Her expression didn’t change, but something unsaid passed between them.

Then he turned back to Vanessa and said, "The thing that took this town."

The air left her lungs.

The innkeeper let out a slow breath. "Don’t say its name."

The man’s mouth tightened. "Names give power. And it’s already watching her."

Vanessa’s heart pounded. "What is watching me?"

The man licked his lips, hesitating. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said:

"The Hollow Man."

The room seemed to shrink around her, the air suddenly too thick to breathe.

The innkeeper’s chair scraped against the floor as she stood. "You fool," she hissed. "Do you want to call it here?"

The man’s hands trembled. He took a step back. "It already knows."

A gust of wind howled through the inn, rattling the windows. The front door—though it had been firmly shut—creaked open an inch.

Vanessa’s breath hitched.

Outside, through the tiny gap in the door, something stood in the fog.

Tall. Motionless.

Waiting.

And though it had no face, she could feel its gaze locked onto her.

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If your male friends get into relationships, no matter how close u are, step away. Refrain from messaging him all the time. you may be his best friend, but once he is in a serious relationship, her gf becomes his best friend. they're each other priorities. it is not ur place to say something like, "I was there before her."

I’m not saying to throw away ur friendship, but I'm simply speaking of respect.❤️‍🩹

There's this Ancient wise saying: He who ASK questions, knows it best.

But it seems NOWADAYS asking questions is a crime.
Why so?

Them say Dem wan arrest all the single next week Abeg make una one girl give me Abeg

All the prince and princess in the house say hi

Can we be friends and support each other to grow our accounts ?
We can even create a WhatsApp group. If you're in.
Say Hi

Men, why do you often say you're fine even when you're not?
Depression is real ooo🥰
Don't go there 🥰

Please What are they saying? 🤥