Acharya Prashant addresses a question about why he has a problem with the small joys of ordinary life. He begins by stating that, firstly, we do not possess happiness, and secondly, a person who is satisfied with small things is not a human being. The nature of a human is to desire the infinite; we are never truly satisfied with small things. We are not born to be entangled in trivial matters and small happiness. The one who is satisfied with small happiness is an animal. He explains that there are three words related to happiness: pleasure, happiness, and joy. Pleasure is related to sensual gratification, like tickling a child's stomach, which makes them laugh. This pleasure is connected to the body, not the mind. Even if the mind is sad, tickling the body can induce laughter. Happiness, on the other hand, is when you get a desired object, and for a while, it feels good. Joy is when the hungry beggar within, who constantly seeks things from the world, disappears upon realizing he is an emperor. This emperor needs nothing from the world; this is joy, an inner completeness. Acharya Prashant asserts that humans are born for joy, which is the highest pleasure. If one must speak in the language of pleasure, then one is born for the highest pleasure. Happiness is a higher pleasure, and joy is the highest pleasure. The problem with small happiness is that it is small and insufficient for a human. You will not find fulfillment in it. It is a matter for animals. A human can only find happiness when it is a tough and expensive happiness, an earned happiness. A warrior's happiness is in winning battles and shedding blood. Your hands are not for peeling bananas or caressing a soft body; they are for breaking mountains. You will not get happiness from just dancing a little; you will get it when you dance after your blood is flowing. That is a matter of happiness. He further elaborates that the happiness of a human is tough, earned, and expensive. It is not a cheap happiness like getting something for free. He criticizes the pretense of happiness, where people claim to be happy but their faces show misery. He declares himself an enemy of fake happiness, wanting people to attain real, blood-stained happiness, achieved through struggle. It is a law of life that small and cheap happiness will not fill your heart; you will only become a hypocrite. He gives the example of Abhimanyu from the Mahabharat, who was blissful at the moment of his death, and Bhishma, who smiled when Shri Krishna ran towards him with a chariot wheel, feeling blessed. This is high, true happiness. He concludes by categorizing three types of men: one who finds small happiness in sleeping, another who gets happiness from getting a desired object like a radish paratha, and a third who finds joy in breaking his body in the gym, which is akin to breaking the ego. He urges the questioner to make his hands a reminder that they are for breaking mountains, not for caressing bodies.