Contentment

I am warm, healthy, driven, loved, lucky, forceful, interesting, imaginative, educated, kind, humorous and accomplished...

sometimes when things are fine, I don't feel the need to take note, to blog, to talk to anyone, even to go out. Contentment allows me to just be...is this okay? I think it is. I've been thinking something lately, if I had everything I want would I be happy. I visualised the moment. Having it, it all. and you know what? It terrified me. What would I live for. If I had everything I wanted, what else would there be to want? And then I realised I am at my most happy when I am in pursuit of something, anything. It can be something small...the perfect top to something big, a meaningful life. But in truth I like having things to achieve. And therefore right now I am okay, I am content, I hate to say I'm Happy in case karma comes and bites me in the ass. But I am I'M HAPPY so there. Now do your worst Karma.

And I really must frame my certificates and diplomas and degree and every other achievement I have hiding in a box somewhere, as I forget what I have already achieved so easily. I want the achievements to be around me when the struggles and bad days happen, as a reminder of what is and has been achieved.

Ade.