I wonder if you ever reach a point in your life where you are simply contented being right where you are.
Where you don't yearn for a different house, a different job, a fancy car, unlimited airline miles and vacation time, to have a bigger family, be closer with your friends, to make a difference in the world, to invent something and make it rich, to go off the grid or move into the city, to model or act or get elected president, blah blah blah. All of those shallow things that make up that constant barrage of 'more, more, more!'
To be able to simply enjoy all that you have achieved without thinking of the next mountain to climb??
I wonder if wanting more makes you shallow or gives you purpose? Is wanting more for your life selfish if it changes the lives of those around you? What if it doesn't?
Who knows? Maybe that's just life.
