Need proof? Check your hedonic treadmill.   

What’s going to happen when you get everything you want?  

Nothing. At best, a trophy or “job well done.”

The elevator up is filled to capacity.  

And although I know it’s dangerous,  I take the ride.  

Hell, I'm OK with it.  I’ve convinced myself that it’s safe.  But I know I’m lying.   

I'm lying because every time I do this, I get the same result, and I once heard that was the definition of insanity.   

We're all lying. Eventually, we’ll be dying... so why we tyrin?