There's always the push to the next thing. if you're a child its to outgrow your parents, if you're a teen its to drive a car, if you're a grown up its to find a mate and after that to procreate. There's rarely the time that we stop and are truly content where we are... Its like we're born on a slope and we're running down hill that only stops when we topple into the grave (and even that's after wishing as an old person you didn't hurt so much so why don't I just die already?)
There are moments sometimes though-- when we find peace in our current place-- those moments are the exception not the rule. They are like smoke that vanishes. But in the moment you find that contentment, celebrate it. Recognize it and remember it-- for contentment is like a muscle, it can grow if its worked.
hmm... such a solemn thought spurred by my friend's post on fb today
"Facebook, I've been married for less than 7 months. STOP showing me ads depicting pregnant ladies and pregnancy tests. I'll give you baby photos when I want to give you baby photos, and not a minute sooner!!! For the next few years, satiate yourself with pictures of my cat."