The natural state of being for a human is contentment.
The play of emotions, the striving and fear of failure, the dreams and terrors -- all flavors tessellating your experience were it a work of art.
But the canvas on which all things are painted is contentment.
You are content, in all things, in all efforts, and in all failures.
All the world’s a stage, revealed Shakespeare. But that we are merely players has been known long in advance by mystics, gurus, and deep thinkers of philosophy. For what is that very nature of a play? The drama is manufactured, the emotion not "real"; the actors agreed to take on their roles and play them at their to their delight.
This is what we do every day, each and all of us humans. We play our roles, because we are content to. Though varied they may be, each is content in them. And sometimes, we may forget it is all a play, but that can never change it from being so.
Many of us are unaware even of this choice we make; unaware that we are in fact content no matter that we believe or wish otherwise.
But let us first learn about this concept we name as contentment.
The dictionary tells us that it is "satisfaction"; however, for satisfaction it gives us "contentment." The words defined in terms of each other, nothing we gain nothing new here. So down into the well now, let’s go beyond this confusion by seeking the etymology.
“Satisfaction” is composed of the Latin satis, meaning “enough,” and facere, meaning “to make.”
"To make enough."
In other words:
To be finished.
To be completed.
To require no further work.
Such a state seems the property solely dreams immaterial. And indeed, it may be, but look not in dreams if you wish to understand yourself. The present, as it happens, is the only lens through which we can see what is real, for that is our stage. We cannot perform in the future, nor act in the past. Here and now -- this is where we are, who we are.
When we inspect it, we find it to be complete. It is as it is, and in this way it always will be. Nothing can be taken or added.
Every decision you make, contents you. This is precisely why you made it. For you are the chooser, and you will alway choose that which contents you.
Simply by definition.
There are no regrets; nor exist wrong decisions. Just decisions we actors make, because we chose to make them. What more could here be added? Or taken away? No, there is no thing to change what exists because existence is that which simply exists and nothing more. It is that thing outside of which there is nothing. Anything which could be added or taken either already exists or never existed at all.
There is no thing to change who you are, but that which you are content to choose. Don’t become confused in the illusions of thought, nor emotion. They are here, but they are hollow in their assertions to us about reality.
Reality is reality.
You are you.
Your decisions are the ones you choose.
You are content and,
all you have to do is see it and you will then know.