When we are infants, we're pretty much all set. We eat, we sleep, we poop - we're good. The trouble starts when we begin to get a sense of ourselves, and we fall into the trap of what the wisdom teachings might refer to as our narcissistic delusion, which is something that we are more likely to call "It's all about me". Just as soon as we cross the boundary from survival needs to social needs, we are inevitably doomed to foster a sense of our own perpetual dissatisfaction; a conflict that is at the core of the human condition.