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Good suggestions thus far. As Rob wrote, let your mind empty itself. Walking, painting, playing music...all these things help.
So does a sensible diet and some meditation.
I haven't read the Dalai Lama's book, nor do I expect I ever will, but I have read, I imagine, a fair amount of the source material he bases whatever advice he gives that is sound.
On the subject of anything remotely resembling or approaching everlasting human happiness, however, I affirm the words of Fyodor Dostoevsky who uttered the simple truth, which is:
"Perhaps we are not meant for happiness."
Dostoevsky valued his sufferings though; his work certainly reflects it.
Like many of us, he self-willed a lot of them upon himself to be sure.
And, on that somber note, I'll leave you with an attempt to cheer you up with the Denis Leary routine (in a somewhat topical vein) from No Cure For Cancer:
God.. "I'm just not happy. I'm just not happy. I'm just not happy because my life didn't turn out the way I thought it would." Hey! Join the fucking club, ok!? I thought I was going to be the starting center fielder for the Boston Red Sox. Life sucks, get a fucking helmet, allright?! "I'm not happy. I'm not happy." Nobody's happy, ok!? Happiness comes in small doses folks. It's a cigarette, or a chocolate cookie, or a five second orgasm. That's it, ok! You cum, you eat the cookie, you smoke the butt, you go to sleep, you get up in the morning and go to fucking work, ok!? That is it! End of fucking list! "I'm just not happy." Shut the fuck up, allright? That's the name of my new book, "Shut the Fuck Up, by Doctor Denis Leary. A revolutionary new form of therapy." I'm gonna have my patients come in. "Doctor, I.." "Shut the fuck up, next!" "I don't feel so.." "Shut the fuck up, next!" "He made me feel so much better about myself, you know? He just told me to shut the fuck up and nobody had ever told me that before. I feel so much better now." Whining fucking maggots.
I got yr "intriguing encounter between East and West" hangin'...
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