We spend most of our lives turning in tiny circles, around and around like a dog chasing it's tail - trying to find happiness, love, peacefulness and most of all fulfillment.  So why does it seem to always elude us?

We feel it for a fleeting second and then it is gone.  We try to hold onto it but it is more slippery than an underwater eel.  It has an elusive quality to it that we just can't wrap our hands or minds around.

Why is that?

Some say that the world was created this way on purpose.  Why is that? It's kind of like this - if you're always great at everything, if everything comes to you easily and you never have to work at anything, then life would be totally boring and unfulfilling.

We don't think it would be.  We long for this imagined nirvana in which we never have to work again but honest to God, we'd be dead in two days from complete boredom.