We tend to set ourselves goals of, if only I could live in that kind of a village in the south of England,

like a quite nearest station and nice little house, but not too expensive.

And then you get it.

And so, yeah, you live in the suburbs, hooray.

Oh, maybe that car, that new one there, that Tesla or whatever, I'll get it.

Then I'll be happy.

You don't literally say then I'll be happy, but there's a kind of sense of that's all I really want.

And each of these goals is met and it isn't it, as the line of T.S. Eliot, that's not it.

That's not it at all.

And we go through life thinking, that's not it.

That's not it at all.

There is something in all of us, a whole, a need for connection and love and truth

and a sense of something beautiful beyond.

And we can, if you're religious, you call it heaven.

And if you're a humanist, you call it a full and achieved life of friendship and

elements of sacrifice and so on.

But you know that there's a hope for it.

But if you mislabel it and think that it's connected with money or cars or mortgages or jobs or status,

you're never happy because of your status, because of things you've achieved.

You happiness comes from somewhere else and of course I yet to meet anyone who can tell you

where it comes from regularly, where it can be tapped like some resource.

Ah, that's where you get your happiness.

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