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At a Fourth of July party, a friend asked me how “life was going”. I replied without thought “Oh, I am content”.  He reacted negatively; in our consequent conversation he explained ‘content” was bad word for him. It meant settling for something less than ideal. It also implied I was not striving for improvement with my lot.   

I explained my definition of the word “content” means being at peace with who I am and what there is in my life time. It is a good “Zen” state; how many people can say “I am content”? I don’t think I convinced him.

 

Later I wondered if it is true – am I content as I said I am, or was I just making conversation? Is ‘content’ no better than the generic “Oh, I am fine” when people ask you how are you?


I suppose I am more or less content -

Despite some middle age matters, I am in good health. 

My exercise programme is continuing with some results. 

My relationship is going OK; no more ‘fireworks’ as when we met, but we have no nasty issues either.  

We are not destitute.

I have a job I more or less like. I have a good reputation therein. My bosses are nice people, approachable. 

I continue to grow and learn;  I have hobbies I enjoy. 

I have enough things.

 

Once in awhile there is a nagging feeling I could be better/do more etc. I recently read an article in the Psychiatric Times showing a classmate who is now head of a psychiatric department at a University. In comparison, my job is pokey and I am a nobody. 

At the gym I am keenly aware I am far from muscular or in shape.

Someone and I are far from where we thought we would be financial-wise, thanks to the economy and unemployment. 

I have a nonspecific nagging sense I am not completely at-ease with myself. 

 

These discontents are more active when I am judging my insides to another’s outsides. It is a common habit and it always comes up deficit (seldom do we compare ourselves ‘downward’ )

 

So I can say I am a fortunate man.

For I am content.

 

Really.