Among the greatest sources of unhappiness, in my experience, is the
trouble we have in accepting things as they are.
Without judgment, without wishing for otherwise.
When we discover something we don’t like, we wish it could be
different — we cry out for something more beneficial. That may be
human nature, or maybe it’s something that’s deep-seated in our
The root of the unhappiness isn’t inevitably that we wish things to be
different; all the same, it’s that we decided we didn’t like it in the first
place. We’ve pronounced it as bad, instead of saying, “It’s not bad or
good, it just is.”