A contented mind is a perpetual feast. Through life, I have battled uncertainties within my exasperated (versus euphoric) psyche in my pursuit of contentment. Yet, it is still as if my long chase of a perpetual feast will perceptibly be perpetual.
I have always strove to be the best, to be an atypical, to be a legend, in a way or so. My being too idealistic is not a mishap; it is more of, say, a sincerely nurturing disaster. I persisted on being sanguine during the times I, or my family, had been subjected to predicaments. And theoretically speaking, I stood unwearied despite all that I have encountered because of my endeavors of achieving triumph. Now, my call was to substantiate or negate my theory.
I have existed for nearly a decade-and-a-half with the sole intention of pleasing myself and my parents through recognitions. In fact, I, having been equipped with pugnacity, managed to graduate as Valedictorian in elementary, and have coped to incessantly excel in academics today. But in the peak of my success, I found my roguish ego still dissatisfied. I thought that by achieving my aspirations as an idealist, I would be able to feel complete and pleased. I had the sudden need to be pragmatic, to finally think “inside” the box, to discern the cause of my discontentment. The next step was acceptance: I was unhappy, despite my feat, and I could leave it that way (I am on triumph, which I wanted from the beginning, anyway), but I had an immense thirst that I must quench.
Compelling me onto being a realist meant a tremendous revision from what has been my way of living. For the first moments, I did not ponder about being the unsurpassed, but instead, I thought about finally having the chance to meet my inner and outer self. I discovered that I am, in fact, liked by people, even if I still feel on the verge and great tension of being socially inept. I grew fond of this opposite realm, but I am not at ease yet, leading me to the search for some internal peace. From an insight, one day after our religion class, I began the search. I am not at all devout, but the message seemed to be relatable to my keening mind -Everyone is called to a mission. I was at some pace of hope; nevertheless, tracing my buoyant nature, I became fervent to accomplish what my purpose in life is.
Life is basically where pragmatism and idealism are on a balanced set of scales. As I approach a stage where I have to conquer yet another dispute, I keep in mind that I shall remain sensible in chorus. I have disproved my theory by appreciating reality that lead me to starting a mission, that I believe would soon then complete my succeeding ego.
Contentment is a fixation that I had the longing for, all my life. But in my pursuit of contentment, I have learned that victory does not exhibit satisfaction. I apprehended that as a triumphant man feels joyous towards his success, he soon yearns for an emotional and a spiritual prominence for him to finally feel contented.
“My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: My crown is called content: A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.” William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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