Okay, I'm gonna dip a little bit into one other article. I think we have time for that. And it starts off like this. She has done she has done everything that college has asked of her only better. The star student of two departments. She has notched impressive summer internships, spent several semesters abroad, founded one club served as president of another and collected her five Beta Kappa keys last spring. As graduation approaches, she has come to us to talk about her future. This should be easy. Law school or PhD. For years, she has had her eye on these goals, and is now well positioned for either, but then the options she puts before us begin to diverge. Maybe teaching plausible, maybe firming, not so plausible. Maybe a year abroad, perhaps a return home, perhaps more schooling, perhaps an end to all schooling. She wants to do good in the world and speaks passionately about her favorite political causes. But she is also nostalgic, and speaks wistfully about family retreat and quiet. As she detects the discordance of the possibility she is contemplating she's unnerved, the tightness of her face. The finger picking at the plastic tabletop, the skittish darting of her eyes, make her look look less like a very fortunate person. Choosing from the bountiful banquet, she earned the right to enjoy that she does a terminally ill patient choosing from a grim variety of palliatives. She has made the most of her American birthright to pursue happiness wherever it leads, and her very success has left her at a loss. Okay, let's question that. She'd been pursuing happiness. She'd been doing what she's told would not even told explicitly would bring her happiness, but just what she's expected to do. She's just excelling. So easy to do what society expects of us and to measure ourselves on that basis. But when they say her very success has left her for a loss. I hope they're saying it ironically, because it's not a success. If you don't know yourself, and you have no way of making a difficult decision, how is that success, summed it up and say years of steady progress, have culminated in a strange and restless paralysis. Another student taught us the name for this paralysis. What promising young people like him most fear he told us his spending their chips, staking all their carefully cultivated potentiality in any particular indefinite way of life. They prefer to hold back as long as possible, remaining in the condition of the stem cell. A pluripotent might be that is not exactly anything yet. They make the point, one can double or triple major in college, one cannot attend medical school while working at Goldman Sachs. People put so much importance in where they stand in the progression of setting up a normal life. Good job, finding the right wife. Getting the things that a responsible adult should have in our society coming of age means you get to the point where you're supporting yourself and you have those things. But that's kind of empty It isn't the ultimate good. It isn't a life of spaciousness, and connection. Just checking off all the boxes. But the that expectation is so ingrained in our society that's what sort of come in and taking the place of a jealous God. So what we have instead of Marxism or some other fanatical political belief, it's just all sort of loosey goosey. And it ends up being the treadmill, the endless busyness. It's hard for people to just say, the way I am is okay, I don't measure myself by those standards. And so, to drive the point home, going to turn wait for it to Anthony de Mello. He's gonna pick it up right here, a small time businessman, 55