Picture paradise.
What does it look like?
I am sure there is plenty of money. Nice things, of course lots of nice things. Flash cars, expensive clothes, big nellip;dellip; no enormous houses, swimming pools, jewellerysellip;. hell yes! Really offensive amounts of jewellery. Mmmmmmm something is missing? Work or rather the lack of work. Work does not exist in paradise or at the very least work that has very little stress and expectations. Sounds good doesnbsquo;t it. The stuff of dreams? Wanna go?
Counterintuitively if you want to have a fulfilled life, if you want to have good self esteem and if you want to be the best version of yourself, you would avoid paradise like the plague. How do I know, well I have been to paradise and it totally changed the way I viewed happiness. Because the paradise I went to is killing peoples souls.
This insight all started with a phone call.
I was walking down George Street in Sydney when my mobile phone rang. Upon answering it I was greeted by a woman with a very thick arabic accent. She said sdquo; My name is Intisar I saw you present at the Dalai Lama happiness conference we would like you to come to come to Kuwait to join a team of people to help make the country happier.adquo; My initial thought was ysquo;of course you do, I get these calls all the time
