The reality is they don't actually know what they want. Because as soon as they get it, they are dissatisfied and want something else. They live for the weekend only to actually hate the weekend because the weekend will end and Monday looms on the horizon. Their life is wearisome. More than one can say. But Chesterton really loved his life because of something he owned. He owned peace and joy. And this was his secret.
"In this world you will have tribulation.
But be of good cheer,
I have overcome the world."
If this cosmic fact will sink into our stony hearts, we'll be like Ebenezer Scrooge at the end of his story:
"Scrooge was holding up his hands in a last prayer to the Ghost of Christmas Future to have his awful fate reversed, when he saw an alteration in the Phantom's hood and dress. It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bedpost. Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
`They are not torn down!' cried Scrooge, folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms, `they are not torn down, rings and all. They are here--I am here--the shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be! I know they will. `I don't know what to do!' cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoon of himself with his stockings. `I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel; I am as merry as a schoolboy! I am as giddy as a drunken man!"
The time is still before us. Time to make amends in. It is time to act like the Christians we were meant to be. To love life and be full of joy.