The Art of Happiness

foreigners.... and the best way I can come upwith to try to make things ‘fair,’ to be happy, isto derive ways to cheat people out of theirmoney. But the thing is, even when it works and Isqueeze a few extra rupees out of anunsuspecting tourist, I can’t imagine that it’s avery satisfying way to be happier or a verysatisfying life.... Anyway, the more I imaginedmyself as the cabdriver, somehow the less angryI was at him. His life just seemed sad.... I mean, Istill don’t agree with what he did and we wereright to get out of the cab, but I just couldn’t getworked up enough to hate him for it....”I was silent. Startled, in fact, at how little Ihad actually absorbed from the Dalai Lama. Bythat time I was beginning to develop anappreciation of the practical value of his advice,such as “understanding another’s background,”