Is contentment such a bad thing? I’ve been pondering this for the past few days. The year 2016 is still in its early months, but after having had such a terrible 2015, it suddenly occurred to me that I’m achieving a place of relative contentment with my life. I’ve been working towards this goal for a few years, but now that I’ve achieved it, I’m wondering whether it’s really a good thing and the place I want to be.
I briefly achieved “contentment” back in 2012. After a very exhausting climb, I finally got to the top of the mountain. I sat down and started looking around, enjoying the sights, but then a wind came through and knocked me off the summit. I started rolling back down the mountain, picking up momentum with every turn, and before I knew it, I was almost back where I started.
I stayed there for some time, completely apathetic to where I was. Eventually, and for no particular reason, I pulled myself up and began another climb. I have now reached a plateau, not quite as high as the summit I previously achieved, but the sights seem just as good. So, the question is, do I remain where I am – safe and content – or do I continue to climb?
For such a simple question, the analysis is complex.
