We love doing things that we enjoy, don't we?
Going to the beach for a whole day with unlimited supplies of good wine sounds like a paradise, right?
We love setting conditions for being happy, pleased with life.
I will be happy when this happens.
She'll be happy whenever she dumps him.
I'm going to be happy only if I make a million dollars.
Isn't that purely stupid?
Why can't we just enjoy the fundamental, ever-existing beaty of life?
It's easier to see the shadows.