Contempt for Contentment

Bitterly I drank the juice of contentment and swallowed hard. Contentment is my bottom goal, my baseline of life. I continually want to be thrilled, excited, interested, exceedingly successful, and the master of beating the odds. For so long, I had direction (straight ahead, fast, fleeing whatever was behind me), but now contentment remains. I’m not sure where to go with it – if I am not outracing pain, then how do I know in which direction to forge? A victim of my own self-created contentment.