On contentment

As with the last post, this gets its topic from this slightly weird blogging collective I appear to have ended up in.

The topic: “contentment”.

I really thought I had an opinion on this. I saw contentment as the happy side of the coin from complacency and stagnation, something that sounds good, but also not that good because of its reverseface buddies.

Of course I don’t want to be complacent or stagnant, or living for happiness and comfort alone, but:

“Haven’t I learned that already?”
“I hadn’t realised that before now?”
“Why am I here again?”

I’ve been schooled a bit by my bloggy friends.

Contentment isn’t being satisfied with everything that’s ever happened to you, and happy with everything you’ve ever done. It’s closer to: being ok that you’re still in progress, and not being continually frustrated you’re not perfect yet.

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Wait… I’m angry I’m not perfect?
Turns out I’m more messed up than I thought I was and have a bunch of learning to do.