On being, Content

Content. What is content? Where do you find the greatest level of contentment in your life? Would you know what your definition of contentment felt like if it walked through the door and shook your hand?

Philosophically, I would argue that to measure one's level of contentment requires one to fully experience being content. But in that argument, there is a paradoxical assumption that contentment has been acknowledged and seen. 

It brings up the next logical thought to ask, what emotions have we truly experienced in our life? What emotions have we fully expressed and what have we repressed due to our own conditioning, the conditioning of our loved ones, and/or the conditioning of society as a whole. 

To me, contentment washes over the soul like waves lapping onto a sun baked shore. In so many ways, there is an equanimity to the experience that is cleaning. The “I” feels in balance, and in so many ways, that I does not reach our contract, it settles.

Where can we settle more in life? How can we acknowledge the truth of the feelings we each possess. 

Imagine a world defined by words authentically lived by each person.