Content but not Satisfied

Lots of things have been happening this week!  I am ahead on all of my classwork, which is wonderful!  The big news is that I applied for an internship and looking ahead at other opportunities.  It's unreal how quickly time passes!  I remember when I was very concerned because I still had lots of classes in red, which means I still had to take them.  In time, everything has worked out, though.  I'm just trying to enjoy the time I have left at college.

One thing I have learned is that you are always entering and leaving phases in life.  I left high school and entered college.  Just when things become familiar, they change.  I guess that's good thing, though because that means I'm constantly growing as a person.  In my opinion, there is nothing worse than someone who has become stagnant.  In other words, they have become satisfied with where they're at.  This is completely different than content, mind you.  Yes, I know most dictionaries will say they technically mean the same thing, but I'm talking about the heart of the matter.  I'm not talking about a surface level happiness or satisfaction.  Satisfied people feel as if they have no where else to go in life.  No more goals to reach.  They are fine to just be.  Content people are fulfilled, trusting that everything will work out, even in the midst of chaotic circumstances.   Content people still have dreams.  Satisfied people have quit dreaming. That's the way I see it anyway.  

I always want to expand my horizons and dream big no matter what limits society or others try to put on me.  Have you become satisfied?

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tam7777 said…
A little twist here and there but that's alright. Think about what you think about. Set goals even if they are just one that will be one goal to get you motivated.
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