In the arms of a lover?
At the helm of a thriving empire?
In the laughter around a dinner table?
In the remission of cancer?
In the belly of a well fed child?
In the deep pockets of the rich?
In the sound of your favorite song?
In the resounding applause of an audience?
Consider Adam and Eve.
They somehow found discontent
In a world that was more perfect than ours will ever be –
Even with no extenuating circumstance,
Or childhood trauma to compensate for
Discontent found its way into the first human hearts.
Is not just a by-product of happy circumstances
But a posture of the heart,
A choice that can be made along the journey,
Something to be contended for-
Contentment is not passive
It is not settling,
Or quenching of ambition.
Rather it is a deep belief in your story,
A confidence that in the end things will work out
As they should
And an acknowledgment of our lack of omnipotence.
This is our lot in life;
Sweet drinks mixed with bitter herbs
Weddings and funerals
Great gains and crushing losses,
The joys and horrors intertwined.
Happy are the ones who find their rest.