It wants also to be wanted , to produce something worth sharing. Even the most misanthropic of artists wants to breathe life into his work, to make it complete enough to withstand the World outside and perhaps show that World a thing or two. In the community this need is often twisted into a blind need for acceptance by those who otherwise are unsure what they might be able to contribute except, perhaps, conformity. Here we come back to happiness. Happiness is achieved when the balance between wanting and giving to those who want is struck in such a way that the biological Self, the extended Self, and perhaps even an Other or two are engaged in an upward spiral of communion.
Happiness is a unity.
It extends to, effects, and then receives from all aspects of one's life. The rock upon which happiness is built is a kind of ease and contentment. Upon that rock are made foundations of peace and good will which lead to an upward spiraling of other structures all of which provide the materials and fruits of a good life. But there is here one final obstacle to be overcome. Certainly not, or if it believes so it deludes itself.