If I long only to live in Scarborough, then I can’t live happily in Reigate. An obsession with Scarborough, or perhaps Cardiff, will mean that I struggle to experience Reigate, for much of me isn’t there. I dream of somewhere else and therefore I am being thwarted. I may drift into depression or anxiety. But awareness cannot arise in us if we wish our experience to be other than it is. This is so. If we are prescriptive about what must be, kidnapped by frustration, we lose touch with the …