Contentment
Sometimes I see life like looking through my window. Beyond it, I can see beautiful things—trees flourishing, birds soaring overhead or singing happily in the trees, the cats and dogs running around in blissful freedom—but I’m behind the glass panes, unable to reach the beauty before me, trapped in a humdrum place dreaming of a day I’ll step beyond the window panes into something greater. With these thoughts, discontentment sets in. I’ve been pretty discontent for the last couple of years. Life just hasn’t been everything I wanted it to be. But isn’t that silly? Life isn’t supposed to be…