Now, this doesn’t sound very plausible, but it’s quite true. Those people who have become unhappy about life are unhappy about life solely and completely because life has ceased to be made by them. Here we have the single difference in a human being. We have here a human being who is unhappy, miserable and isn’t getting along in life, who is sick, who doesn’t see brightness. Life is handling, running, changing, making him.

And here you have somebody who is happy, who is cheerful, who is strong, who finds most things are pleasurable, and what do we discover in this person? We find out he is making life, and there is actually a single difference: are you making life, or is life making you?

Carefully go into this and you will find out that a person has stopped making life because he himself has decided that life cannot be made. Some failure, some small failure, maybe not graduating with the same class, or maybe that failure that had to do with not marrying quite the first man or woman that came along who seemed desirable, or just some minor thing in life started this attitude. A person looked around one day and said, “Well, I’ve lost,” and after that life makes him, he doesn’t make life anymore.