As I stare at this blank document, I think I have nothing to write. I guess that’s a lie though as more than one thousand things come to my head that I could be writing about. I’ve never been stumped of what to write, more how to. I listen to some lyrics and read a few blogs. It amazes me how such a feeling of contentment can transcend from a mere few verses or paragraphs. To an extent, I find myself looking subtly for that same feeling of pure contentment that is so clearly conveyed by these writers. But I know even if I was to find it, I would never be able to articulate it quite as clearly as they have.
The question I ask though, is do we settle for less, and become content within it? Is this the real nature of becoming a content being? If so, maybe I prefer this feeling of dissatisfaction. I may aim too highly and seek for too much, and although this is a near recipe for failure and disaster and an almost certain way to ensure I am never content, I like that I have never stopped trying for more.
Does this make me selfish and over-ambitious? Well quite possibly I guess. But it is definitely not boring. I refuse to settle and one day, when/if something amazing happens that manages to fill me with a sense of over-whelming and powerful contentment, then maybe I’ll stop looking. Because, evidently only then will I have found what I was never truly looking for.
The question I ask though, is do we settle for less, and become content within it? Is this the real nature of becoming a content being? If so, maybe I prefer this feeling of dissatisfaction. I may aim too highly and seek for too much, and although this is a near recipe for failure and disaster and an almost certain way to ensure I am never content, I like that I have never stopped trying for more.
Does this make me selfish and over-ambitious? Well quite possibly I guess. But it is definitely not boring. I refuse to settle and one day, when/if something amazing happens that manages to fill me with a sense of over-whelming and powerful contentment, then maybe I’ll stop looking. Because, evidently only then will I have found what I was never truly looking for.
it does seem when you stop looking for something better something better comes along.i quit looking for a great guy when i et my now fiance. i had thought i could never find a guy for me. i thought my best friend was the type of guy i needed and would do anything for. i even tried to get my best friend but he was gay so that didnt work to well. i didnt want a gay man i just wanted a guy that was sweet intelligent loyal, strong and brave when things happened and yet emotional as well. he is a man of his word and he loves his family and friends with all he is. well i never thought i could find someone with those things about them. then i found my fiance through another friend. well my fiance is those things as well. he is also like me with mental hadicaps so he understand where im comeing from and sympathises. when i have a freak out he understands it. when he has a freak out moment i understand it. i had quit looking for a guy when i didnt think i could find one ever that met my ideas of a good man. then boom he fell right in my lap right in time
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