We’re smart people. Reasonable. Educated.

But we lie to ourselves.

Not in big ways. Mostly in small ways. Like the concept of happiness and satisfaction arriving with “just a little bit more.”

It’s more damaging than a big delusion because it masquerades as something that’s reasonable.

We’re not saying, “Once I strike it rich — a billion dollars — then I’ll be satisfied.”

No. We’re saying, “just a little bit more.” Just a little more money. Or a bit more land. Or if I was somewhat more influential. Or slightly better-looking.

We know these are false promises, but — when we’re not careful — we can start to believe them.

Of course, there’s always a little bit more beyond the little bit more that we desire.

(I’m reminded of the phrase: I still remember the days I prayed for what I have now.)

Aim for the stars. Dream big. But rest in the sufficiency of this very moment. You can be happy here.