Life tends to offer you gifts that really aren’t gifts at all but are more like bonds, or chains, or loans for things you don’t really need, and you have to repay at huge rates of interest.
You become enslaved and end up like this guy, Tantalus, constantly reaching out for something you can’t get. You end up frustrated and hungry and never quite satisfied, or in more mundane terms – you work ’til you die doing a job you don’t like to buy things you don’t need from people who don’t care.
But one day I realised this:
Everything you need is at hand.