Contentment; Everything Comes Full Circle, Time Repeats Itself

I have reflected, wholly and in part, that my life, though just starting, feels like the life lived by three generations of men. I feel like the wise old man shown in martial arts movies who has lived a long and fruitful life, and gleaned a wisdom only time and experience can give, and who, when asked about something, would just smile mysteriously and reply in cryptic messages that only he can understand.

Always, my peace springs forth from my eternal unrest, my happiness, from deep fountains of sorrow, and my inspiration, from a mix of hope and despair. It is, just as it had been centuries before, a battle of extremes. To find a middle ground, a balance between all these -- to teeter on the edge, yet never fall...

LOVE has been too overused, and has been way past being a cliche to be believable as the central reason for living. Perhaps, the simplest and more believable truth is that CONTENTMENT is the only reason for living. For man never stops desiring, being contented only for a while before thinking up of new things, persons, or events to chase after.

We are then, only as free as our desires would let us.

If you feel as if you are a slave of love, rather than the master of it, as if you cannot bear to live a life without it, then contentment for you is still eons ahead of your time. For only with contentment can there be acceptance of the inevitable -- and with the inevitable comes the knowledge that: everything and everyone is where it and they should be, and that nothing nor anyone is out of place in the universe. For all has happened, will happen, and continue to happen according to plan. And it is not love which is the illuminating candle with which we can view the world truly as it is, but is contentment.

Contentment slows down time, speeds it up, turns it back, runs it forward; contentment will show us all the lives we've ever lived, will live, or ever will live -- and all of them will answer one thing: We are where we are supposed to be, and nothing can change that. Contentment is that water we must drink in order to become immortal.

Fate then becomes not a shackle, nor a force in which we should struggle against, but a guiding hand in which we should draw assurance from. Likewise, faith becomes more meaningful, as the blind trust in an antromorphic God and the self-destructive belief of free-will is replaced by sentient understanding, and acceptance of things we have no control of.