Random thoughts? General comments? Toss them on the pile!
What is it that makes us so unable to be content? There is instant content that soon fades as if it were never present, but where does it go exactly? Does it disappear with laziness? Why does content seem to die like a thirsty plant? The unnoticed plant because it isn't spring and there are no flowers on it to be noticed? It leaves so suddenly. Like all of a sudden you're unhappy, and you look back and never saw the road that got you there. Go ahead and look for the road back, it's gone. Contentment, when you have it it's precious...so why don't I treat it that way? Water it, prune it, tend to it, bend to it, notice it's beauty in the off season....it is so much like a dying plant that it comes to a point of no return. The dying plant often still dies.