Here I jump to what I believe are a few shared intuitions. When we imagine our own best life, we think of the moments that would make up this life, and not of a general narrative of our life (I’m not sure about this one as much). (Do we think about our worst life this way? I’m not sure.). Our best life does not feel like it could have such a density of joyous moments without some relativity of feeling, without some moments that weren’t so joyous. Our best life does not feel like it could have endless joy. And the last intuition is that our best life does not feel like it should have endless joy.