We prevent ourselves from knowing ourselves with thoughts of who we think we are. ‘I am this. I am that.’ Self-concepts are entirely time-bound. Nothing more effectively obscures the real than the clock. Freedom is the recognition of our timelessness. Never born. Never died.
First of all, we look for happiness outside of ourselves. It can be an arduous, disappointing ride before the folly of this approach reveals itself. Even then, some plug on, like ghost figures.