Acharya Prashant explains that the mind is constantly seeking to achieve things, and anything available to human imagination can become an object of achievement. However, even those who have achieved a lot and run around a lot are still found running further. This constant running is the disease of the mind. The mind runs after objects, but no object ever satisfies it. If you keep observing the mind, you find that it has desires, and ultimately, the mind desires that the desires must not be there. You want to desire something so big and total that it will bring you to a full stop. However, the mind can only desire objects, and all objects are limited and small, so no object ever satisfies you. You keep on moving from money to men, from one man to another, to respect, to knowledge, to adventure, and everything fails. It promises satisfaction, it promises destination, but it never really delivers on the promise. One is made a fool of, one keeps believing in the promises made by objects, only to be disappointed one time after another. This continuous running is the disease of the mind. To heal the mind, which is what psychotherapy is, one does not need expert knowledge or a certified teacher. One must find out what the mind is really looking for. The mind's irony is that it is looking for that which it cannot conceptualize, but it can run after only that which it can conceptualize. The speaker compares this to a kid running after a bird; the kid loves the bird but only has legs, not wings. So, while chasing the bird, all the kid is doing is running on the ground, where it will never find the bird. The predicament of the mind is that it is chasing the sky while running on the earth. All the objects that the mind chases are always on the earth, and none of them belong to the sky. But nothing on the earth ever satisfies the mind; the mind wants the sky. Citing a fable by Chuang Tzu, the speaker describes a man who ran desperately to reach a point where he would not hear his own footsteps. He wanted peace and silence. He kept running and running until one day he fell down exhausted and realized he had reached his destination. The more the mind runs, the more it misses. Spirituality is nothing but psychotherapy. When a lover is wailing, he does not need psychotherapy; he needs the beloved. The mind is a lover weeping in separation; it needs that which it is crazy for. No substitutes or toys would work; the real thing alone would suffice.