"Shower him with earthly blessings, plunge him so deep into happiness that nothing is visible but the bubbles rising to the surface of his happiness; give him such economic prosperity that he will have nothing left to do but sleep, eat gingerbread and worry about the continuance of world history - and he, I mean man, even then, out of mere ingratitude, out of sheer devilment, will commit some abomination (Dostoevsky, 1864. p38)." What makes you so sure that if you were given what you wanted, that you would be satisfied? We can tell ourselves that when we have a salary of £x, or a relationship, or a career, or live in a certain place that THEN we will be happy. What makes us so sure? What if being dissatisfied is a necessary part of life, even though this defies logic and reason. "In short, anything can be said of world history, anything conceivable even by the most disordered imagination. There is only one thing that you can't say - that it had anything to do with reason. The very first word would choke you (Dostoevsky, 1864. p37)." We like to think our desires are rational, we desire improvement because once we have what we currently do not, we will feel better off. However, look at the history of your own life: you wanted things, be it a grade, or a job, or a relationship, you received it, and now look at you: Despite achieving all of your past reasoned, rational, logical desires, you want more... We don't want sufficiency, we aren't reasonable: We are inherently irrational beings, why is this important to know? Well, firstly understand that what you rationally desire now, you will be irrationally ungrateful for when you pursue the next thing. Secondly, you are an irrational creature, so do not take yourself too seriously. Thirdly, life is irrational, the elements of insanity, randomness, insecurity and vulnerability are what you want, and what you need even, perhaps they are what gives your life meaning. Man would even risk his gingerbread, and desire the most pernicious rubbish, the most uneconomic nonsense, simply and solely in order to introduce into all this good fortune his most fatal element, simply to prove to himself that men are still men and not the keys of a piano.