i realised.

how much it means for the need for one to be self-contented.

taking a look around me. seeing what's been happening to people around me stabs me right through like a knife. haven't got the time to meet up with important people in my life. and i just need to get moving and persist in getting them out.

being easily contented, makes life easier.
being easily contented, makes me happier.
makes me less pissed.
makes me less critical.
makes me less demanding.
makes me less expecting.
makes me less deluding.
makes me a whole lot less.

but does being easily contented, make me not desire more?
not expect more?
not feel more?

somehow, when it means being self-contented, does it also mean more self-denial, more suppressed expectations, more hidden desires? if thats the case, how can being self-contented make one's life more simple, cos in this forced simplicity, a greater complex network of emotions are formed. stronger emotions are required to suppress the thoughts needed to create the simplicity.

in this self created simplicity, the complex consequences are sometimes simply too much for me to bear. so grit and rough it out. the road's never smooth to start with. fall and learn. hurt and grow.