The hidden cost of taking yourself too seriously

The hidden cost of taking yourself too seriously

I was in St Albans, England, walking through the sunny park leading up to the cathedral, when I saw a small boy rolling down the hill in the grass. I felt something unexpected: jealousy. I wish that were me. Followed immediately by a second thought: Why couldn’t it be? I could, in theory, roll down that hill. But at what expense? Dirtying my clothes? Looking like a lunatic? In about three seconds, the case was closed. I kept walking. What unsett…