She was always there inside the room, watching your every move. From before you could walk until after you couldn’t, constantly wondering when you’ll see her shadow.
Contentment is inside us; it’s not in the diamond rings on our fingers, the engines of our sports cars, or the stamps on our passports. It’s not in the lovers we encounter or the dreams you’ve materialized, or the journey, or the process. Contentment is inside letting go of the concept that what we’re seeking is outside of us- some kind of energy or lesson or epiphany we’ve spent our lives searching for. If you don’t escape that relentless cycle, then at the peak of every mountain you climb, you’ll only succumb to defeat when you encounter the next; not because of intimidation or laziness, but because you’ve lost yourself to the challenge and the process altogether.
I won’t pretend to know how to escape that process, or that yearning for finding something outside of us that can only be found from the inside. I believe that’s something only we as individuals can discover for ourselves.
