The flickering happiness in the material realm is deceptive

I do enjoy some happiness here. I like the taste of manchurian balls. How is that misery and suffering?

Note to self from future understanding: Pleasure of the mind and senses is contrived and limited to them - the soul only suffers. The mind and senses may convince us that we are happy and enjoying. It is however, like the mad and insane who want to scratch their eyes out because they think it is pleasurable. How can plucking out your own eyes give pleasure? This is insanity. In the same way, indulging in sensual pleasures only causes more disease and inflammation of desires. How can adding fuel to the fire be considered happiness? The soul, it suffers.

Well, after this taste, the tongue is not satisfied. It wants more. Moreover, all that remains is the memory of that wonderful taste, hankering, and distraction to avoid the pain of loss, that all the balls are finished, or that the appetite is finished. The mind is meditating on all the objects of the senses. Hankering. When it's time to relish, then the clock is ticking. And then, like bubbles of foam on an ocean, the bubble bursts. No more. Finished. You want more? Work like a donkey for it. Take whiplashes. Take birth again. Suffer in old age. Lose everything.

Pleasure and gain do not come without their other sides, of misery and loss. Someone loves their daughter, lives for her, photographs her, thinks constantly of her. What happens? She goes away. Either by death, or marriage, or fighting. But it's not even the truth. Is that really your daughter? for how long? Who is she in eternity?