My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born, I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?
There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk, the way we greet people.
A sure way to lose happiness, I found, is to want it at the expense of everything else.