Eleanor Roosevelt identifies something that trips up most self-help literature: the moment you make happiness your target, you've already missed it. The distinction matters because chasing contentment directly often produces anxiety—you're forever measuring whether you're happy *enough*, which is rather like trying to fall asleep by monitoring your breathing. When a surgeon focuses entirely on the outcome of a successful operation rather than mastering each delicate movement of the procedure itself, the hands grow tense; but when she trusts the craft, the good result follows naturally. Roosevelt is saying the work comes first—the integrity, the meaningful effort, the genuine engagement—and satisfaction arrives as its quiet companion, unannounced.