There's more to life than being happy

I used to think

the whole purpose of life

was pursuing happiness.

Everyone said the path
to happiness was success,

so I searched for that ideal job,

that perfect boyfriend,
that beautiful apartment.

But instead of ever feeling fulfilled,

I felt anxious and adrift,

and I wasn't alone.

My friends, they struggled with this too.

Eventually I decided to go
to graduate school

for positive psychology to learn
what truly makes people happy,

but what I discovered there
changed my life.

The data showed that chasing happiness

can make people unhappy,

and what really struck me was this:

the suicide rate has been rising
around the world,

and it recently reached
a 30-year high in America.

Even though life is getting
objectively better

by nearly every conceivable standard,

more people feel hopeless,

depressed and alone.

There's an emptiness
gnawing away at people,

and you don't have to be
clinically depressed to feel it.

Sooner or later, I think we all wonder,

is this all there is?

And according to the research,
what predicts this despair

is not a lack of happiness.

It's a lack of something else,

a lack of having meaning in life.

But that raised some questions for me.

Is there more to life than being happy?

And what's the difference
between being happy

and having meaning in life?

Many psychologists define happiness

as a state of comfort and ease,

feeling good in the moment.

Meaning, though, is deeper.

The renowned psychologist
Martin Seligman

says meaning comes from belonging to
and serving something beyond yourself,

and from developing the best within you.

Our culture is obsessed with happiness,

but I came to see that seeking meaning
is the more fulfilling path,

and the studies show that people
who have meaning in life,

they're more resilient,

they do better in school and at work,

and they even live longer.

So this all made me wonder,

how can we each live more meaningfully?

To find out, I spent five years
interviewing hundreds of people

and reading through thousands
of pages of psychology,

neuroscience and philosophy.

Bringing it all together,

I found that there are what I call

four pillars of a meaningful life,

and we can each create lives of meaning

by building some or all
of these pillars in our lives.

The first pillar is belonging.

Belonging comes
from being in relationships

where you're valued
for who you are intrinsically

and where you value others as well,

but some groups and relationships
deliver a cheap form of belonging.

You're valued for what you believe,

for who you hate,

not for who you are.

True belonging springs from love.

It lives in moments among individuals,

and it's a choice.

You can choose to cultivate
belonging with others.

Here's an example.

Each morning, my friend Jonathan
buys a newspaper

from the same street vendor in New York.

They don't just conduct
a transaction, though.

They take a moment to slow down,

talk, and treat each other like humans.

But one time, Jonathan
didn't have the right change,

and the vendor said,

"Don't worry about it."

But Jonathan insisted on paying,

so he went to the store

and bought something he didn't need

to make change.

But when he gave the money to the vendor,

the vendor drew back.

He was hurt.

He was trying to do something kind,

but Jonathan had rejected him.

I think we all reject people in small ways
like this without realizing it.

I do.

I'll walk by someone I know
and barely acknowledge them.

I'll check my phone
when someone's talking to me.

These acts devalue others.

They make them feel
invisible and unworthy.

But when you lead with love,
you create a bond

that lifts each of you up.

For many people, belonging
is the most essential source of meaning,

those bonds of family and friends.

For others, the key to meaning
is the second pillar: purpose.

Now, finding your purpose
is not the same thing

as finding that job that makes you happy.

Purpose is less about what you want
than about what you give.

A hospital custodian told me
her purpose is healing sick people.

Many parents tell me,

"My purpose is raising my children."

The key to purpose is using your strengths

to serve others.

Of course, for many of us,
that happens through work.

That's how we contribute and feel needed.

But that also means that issues
like disengagement at work,

unemployment,

low labor force participation,

these aren't just economic problems,
they're existential ones too.

Without something worthwhile to do,

people flounder.

Of course, you don't have
to find purpose at work,

but purpose gives you
something to live for,

some why that drives you forward.

The third pillar of meaning
is also about stepping beyond yourself,

but in a completely different way:

transcendance.

Transcendent states are those rare moments
when you're lifted above

the hustle and bustle of daily life,

your sense of self fades away,

and you feel connected
to a higher reality.

For one person I talked to,
transcendence came from seeing art.

For another person, it was at church.

For me, I'm a writer,

and it happens through writing.

Sometimes I get so in the zone

that I lose all sense of time and place.

And these transcendent
experiences can change you.

One study had students look up
at 200-feet tall eucalyptus trees

for one minute,

but afterwards they felt
less self-centered

and they even behaved more generously
when given the chance to help someone.

Belonging, purpose, transcendence.

Now, the fourth pillar of meaning,

I've found, tends to surprise people.

The fourth pillar is storytelling,

the story you tell yourself
about yourself.

Creating a narrative from the events
of your life brings clarity.

It helps you understand
how you became you.

But we don't always realize
that we're the authors of our stories

and can change the way we're telling them.

Your life isn't just a list of events.

You can edit, interpret,
and retell your story

even as you're constrained by the facts.

I met a young man named Emeka

who'd been paralyzed playing football.

After his injury, Emeka told himself,

"My life was great playing football,

but now look at me."

People who tell stories like this --

"My life was good. Now it's bad." --

they tend to be more
anxious and depressed.

And that was Emeka for a while.

But with time, he started
to weave a different story.

His new story was,

"Before my injury,
my life was purposeless.

I partied a lot and was
a pretty selfish guy.

But my injury made me realize
I could be a better man."

That edit to his story
changed Emeka's life.

After telling the new story to himself,

Emeka started mentoring kids,

and he discovered what his purpose was:

serving others.

The psychologist Dan McAdams
calls this a redemptIve story,

where the bad is redeemed by the good.

People leading meaningful
lives, he's found,

they tend to tell stories
about their lives

defined by redemption, growth and love.

But what makes people
change their stories?

Some people get help from a therapist,

but you can do it on your own too

just by reflecting
on your life thoughtfully,

how your defining experiences shaped you,

what you lost, what you gained.

That's what Emeka did.

You won't change your story overnight.

It could take years and be painful.

After all, we've all suffered,
and we all struggle.

But embracing those painful memories
can lead to new insights and wisdom,

to finding that good that sustains you.

Belonging, purpose,
transcendence, storytelling:

those are the four pillars of meaning.

When I was younger,

I was lucky enough to be surrounded
by all of the pillars.

My parents ran a Sufi meeting house

from our home in Montreal.

Sufism is a spiritual practice
associated with the Whirling Dervishes

and the poet Rumi.

Twice a week, Sufis would come to our home

to meditate, drink Persian tea,
and share stories.

Their practice also involved serving
all of creation through small acts of love,

which meant being kind
even when people wronged you.

But it gave them a purpose,

to reign in the ego.

Eventually, I left home for college

and without the daily grounding
of Sufism in my life,

I felt unmoored

and I started searching for those things
that make life worth living.

That's what set me on this journey.

Looking back, I now recognize
that the Sufi house

had a real culture of meaning.

The pillars were part of the architecture,

and the presence of the pillars
helped us all live more deeply.

Of course, the same principle applies

in other strong communities as well,

good ones and bad ones.

Gangs, cults:

these are cultures of meaning
that use the pillars and give people

something to live and die for,

but that's exactly why we as a society

must offer better alternatives.

We need to build these pillars
within our families

and our institutions to help people
become their best selves.

But living a meaningful life takes work.

It's an ongoing process.

As each day goes by,
we're constantly creating our lives,

adding to our story,

and sometimes we can get off track.

Whenever that happens to me,

I remember a powerful experience
I had with my father.

Several months after
I graduated from college,

my dad had a massive heart attack
that should have killed him.

He survived, and when I asked him
what was going through his mind

as he faced death,

he said all he could think about
was needing to live

so he could be there
for my brother and me,

and this gave him the will
to fight for life.

When he went under anesthesia
for emergency surgery,

instead of counting backwards from 10,

he repeated our names like a mantra.

He wanted our names to be
the last words he spoke on Earth

if he died.

My dad is a carpenter and a Sufi.

It's a humble life but a good life.

Lying there facing death,
he had a reason to live:

love.

His sense of belonging within his family,

his purpose as a dad,

his transcendent meditation,
repeating our names,

these, he says, are the reasons
why he survived.

That's the story he tells himself.

That's the power of meaning.

Happiness comes and goes,

but when life is really good

and when things are really bad,

having meaning gives you
something to hold onto.

Thank you.

(Applause)