Contentment Is So Underrated And It Sucks!
“I grew up, a fuckin’ screw up/Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer…You everything I wanna be that’s why I fucks with you/So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you?…I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear/And thought about how far we done came/From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky” – J. Cole (03′ Adolescence)
There’s a thin line between greed and ambition.
This line gets blurred and redrawn over and over again in different circumstances and situations.
The idea of contentment sits uncomfortably on this line.
To the overly ambitious, contentment could mean the absence of ambition or lack thereof.
A typical definition of settling and a lack of motivation.
To the lazy, contentment is an excuse to hide and therefore settle.
Contentment is sitting in a dark room in a rundown apartment while thinking about better options, but still enjoying it in the present.
Contentment is being in a hard place, but still finding reasons to laugh at yourself and about it.
Contentment is the conquering of self.
The true definition of being present and living in the moment.
All the base desires that come from being overly ambitious like envy, jealousy and discontentment are put in check.
Contentment is true happiness, with achievements or not.
Working to be the best version of yourself and not to prove a point or to revenge.
Contentment is the root of true gratitude and appreciation.
It is the realisation that life is a journey and not some utopian destination and being happy with whatever point you are at, while not settling for less or mediocrity.
Contentment is everything. But it’s shameful most of us lack it. Especially in a world calibrated by milestones, overachieving and an incessant dick measuring contest.
J. Cole reminded me why I had to be content this weekend.