Content is king.

I think I'll never learn how to be content. Google just rejected my third application to submit all my personal data, life story and stuff.

Seriously, i don't know. There are sad things, that are happening to loved ones. We are on different continents and i'm not able to even visit, because of a fuck up i did 10 years ago and still paying for it.

Time is passing and things will continue happening, good and bad ones.

I was able to get my things straight, like 3 months ago. Work is getting interesting again. Well in all so things are positively changing, but slowly.

Not fast enough, in order to be able to help in time.

Who knows, maybe luck comes my way and things work out.

I'm actually learning to consciously disconnect from worries and enjoy the moment. I'm also achieving some things i didn't think i would be able to. This makes me content.

I realized how important it is to live among the people you love, your family. If i would be able to share with them the things making me content, but on a normal day by day basis, would make me much more content.

The minimal, futile, things we share with loved ones as years go by, is the spice of life imo.

Yet, i know i only feel this way, because we are far away.

If i never would have moved away, i wouldn't have had the chance to feel homesick and probably wouldn't even like to meet the family, again, on Christmas.

But at the end of the day, right before falling asleep, i feel content and always sleep with a tiny ever lasting smile.

Maybe it's to compensate the doom i carry with me every morning, until the first coffee hits.

Edit: sorry for the book i just wrote.

Anyway, here's Wonderwall

Thank you for becoming content!

I'm content knowing I'll never be content.

Is it CONtent or conTENT? :0

(I'm guessing the latter, but in this day and age both are applicable)

I am COINtent. I have lots of coins. Doubloons.

I will never be content, but I suppose us discontented types make the best content.