Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?

It's easy to be cynical; harder is remembering that on any given day the person beside you on the subway or taking to long to pay for a tub of yogurt at the supermarket could be going through something tremendous and sorrowful and arduous.

Sometimes I wonder why the corporate world is seen as a god choice for those of us that will never rise above clerical work and general administration.

My life is ticking away one subway token at a time - a never ending pirouette of arriving and departing, pushing through turnstiles, nodding goodbye and hello. In eight hours I'll be allowed to turn around and go home.

There has to be a better use for titanium than golf clubs.

If life is a journey, time should pull over at a rest stop sometimes - we should all be given a chance to get off and stretch our legs, collect our thoughts and reorganize.

Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?