Robert Louis Stevenson quoted "The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life."
Why then do we ever grasp at the stars if the sweetest things are there? Then why and for what do we always search? What drives us?
You can't be content if you are searching.