A friend of mine stopped by yesterday afternoon and after a lovely visit her parting words to me were… ” you just need to learn to be content.” Now seeing as she is my BFF and has the uncanny ability to ALWAYS speak her mind with me the comment did NOT offend or insult me. It did however inspire me. So after about 15 plus hours of processing and marinading on this I have some thoughts…….
What does it really mean to be content? Is this a subjective definition? Does one really know whether someone else is content or not? And, is contentment something I, personally, strive for?
So, my reference of choice these days is Merriam-Webster so why go else where…
contentment: the state of being satisfied with one’s possessions, status or situation.
As I break this definition down I am left bfeeling reaffirmed. I absolutely am not content nor do I necessarily strive for that particular state of being. I guess I can’t help but think if I ever attained true contentment I would loose my drive and passion for my work, the very thing I exist for, I live and breath for. You see I can’t help but think it is my own discontentment of all that is, where so much of my inspiration comes from. That almost primal hunger to deconstruct all that Is through my own creative process and come out on the other side with a deeper understanding and connection of the human condition.
Isn’t this what really matters? Living fully and completely during the short time we inhibit these bodies? Connecting with and creating more intimate relationships with those around us? Risking our own vulnerability for a deeper more meaningful life experience?
So am I content? F*** no! But do I wake up everyday ready to face my Self and do the work , fight the good fight in order to live more meaningfully, love deeper and connect more fully? I think that is the question we should be asking our selves……even at the risk of our own contentment. xo