As it is something we all crave, even demand as a right, a lot of research has been conducted into what makes people happy. I’m surprised everybody isn’t aware, and apologies if you already are, that there are three different classes of experience that are all guaranteed to fill our wells of content.
First, some kind of sensory satisfaction is bound to make us feel better: sex, shopping, cheese; all that stuff in the adverts. It’s relatively easy and instant, but unfortunately it doesn’t last long. More profound and enduring, second-order satisfaction is to be found doing things that we are good at. We’re all good at something. As you may know, I am brilliant at Tiddlywinks and it is a source of great personal satisfaction, but there is sometimes the nagging feeling that there may be more to life than Tiddlywinks, as it were, which is why it is sometimes necessary to invoke the third option: the only proven route to universal, enduring, bottomless bliss.
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