'Looking back, what I regret most about the rush is missing so much of my own life. I don't mean missing it now. I mean missing it then, missing it while I was in the midst of it. I am sorry I did not pay more attention to the world while I was racing through it, particularly to those who were close to me............... I wish more of my attention had been spent on the 'here' of my life rather than on the 'elsewhere' I was in pursuit of.'
These words are from 'Waiting for the Last Bus' by Richard Holloway.
They remind me of a certain truth; it is often the pursuit of happiness that keeps us from being happy!
It is easier and nearer than we imagine.