clothing, sex, and advancement at any cost. But deep inside they are frustrated by an internal dissatisfaction, never understanding the true source of their emptiness. Sometimes when I am out of town staying in a hotel, I walk through the bar on my way to the dining room just to see who is there and try to get a sense of why they are there. I am always amazed—the sign at the entrance to the bar may say “Happy Hour,” but I see very little happiness on the faces of the people inside. They look stressed-out,