Contentment and Other Equally Dreadful Words…
Why is it that when we have a life full of activity and extreme business, we long for a slower life, but when we have that inevitable slow season in life, we desperately desire a faster lifestyle?
Odd, isn’t it? Or maybe I’m just odd.
Once we jump the proverbial fence, we find that the grass is in fact not greener on this side; it just tastes a bit different (and not always better).
So here’s my question:
What’s so wrong with jumping fences?
Isn’t the desire to achieve greater things in life totally worth expending the extra effort? And yes, sometimes the achievement is not quite as sweet as expected, causing us to look across another fence and think “gosh, the grass over there looks pretty freaking amazing.”
But what if we never jump a fence? What if we never seek that which seems unattainable? What if we stay in our own little area, eating the same grass we've been eating all your life, and never experience the rush of success or the agony of failure?
Is it possible that the phrase “I am content” is simply a thinly veiled statement of complacency? One should never be “content” with life, they should always be seeking challenges, new opportunities, and crazy adventures.
So the real question is this: does the word “contentment” share it’s etymologious beginnings with the words “boring” and “lazy”?
Odd, isn’t it? Or maybe I’m just odd.
Once we jump the proverbial fence, we find that the grass is in fact not greener on this side; it just tastes a bit different (and not always better).
So here’s my question:
What’s so wrong with jumping fences?
Isn’t the desire to achieve greater things in life totally worth expending the extra effort? And yes, sometimes the achievement is not quite as sweet as expected, causing us to look across another fence and think “gosh, the grass over there looks pretty freaking amazing.”
But what if we never jump a fence? What if we never seek that which seems unattainable? What if we stay in our own little area, eating the same grass we've been eating all your life, and never experience the rush of success or the agony of failure?
Is it possible that the phrase “I am content” is simply a thinly veiled statement of complacency? One should never be “content” with life, they should always be seeking challenges, new opportunities, and crazy adventures.
So the real question is this: does the word “contentment” share it’s etymologious beginnings with the words “boring” and “lazy”?
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