Why is it that the unhappiest people live in the richest countries? I find myself thinking ‘This life isn’t natural, sitting in an office all day, getting food from a store. I’d be much happier as a cave woman’. I guess it’s like thinking the grass is greener on the other side. People don’t starve so much any more but there are other challenges, like finding a purpose in our lives. I think when you need to work hard to find food every day, worrying about the meaning of life doesn’t come naturally.