Content

What makes one content?

For some, it is money. Far too many are lured by the promise of the perfect life, layered in greenbacks.

For others, it is acknowledgement from another person.  Sycophant-like adulation, if you will, is what makes some people want to get up in the morning.

For others, it is sex.  (Laughing aloud at how something so fleeting gets so much importance attached by some.)

What makes me content?

None of the above for me.  Money comes and goes, and you cannot take it with you.  As for the adulation of others, that to me is as fleeting as the satisfaction that comes from a sexual encounter.

I think I'm still figuring it out, but here is a start:

I'm content with the ability to think for myself, and not let others make decisions for me.

I'm content with the wonderful (motley) crew of friends that I've been fortunate enough to attain through the years.

I'm content when my babes are happy and satisfied.  Yep, they're 20, but their happiness is still tantamount to my very being.

I think this list should continue to grow.  You can never run out of enough reasons to be content.

What makes you content?