Like the tiger, we dream of the savannah, the rainforest and the mangrove swamp. We want to hunt and fuck and bask in the sun. We want to climb trees and drink from freshwater streams. We want to pursue our true calling and live to our full potential. I believe this desire is in every one of us. And when it’s suppressed long enough, we rebel.

What if, buried in your ambition, is a desire for something more, someone else? Might that explain the persistent disappointment?

Our longings for satisfaction get frustrated in discontent. Our longings for significance get frustrated by our own inadequacies. J. R. R. Tolkien diagnoses the roots of our longing: “We all long for [Eden], and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most humane, is still soaked with a

Living outside of ourselves, we are disembodied. We have disconnected from our spiritual spring of unlimited energy and are operating from a finite source. When we engage in selfless service from a place of disconnection we can’t truly be fulfilled. This is the root of our suffering. We will be hounded by the feeling that something is missing in