When I quit my day job to pursue my grandeur plans, I know that I wasn’t contented at all.
I simply do not believe that being one will make you happy.
I felt assured with myself that I would never be contented because I am a dreamer.
If I were one, I would still be the sad version of myself and have stopped aiming for my goals.
I became happier because I chose not to be satisfied.
I still want more.
If you tell that you are contented, share the secret.
Because for me, once you are, it only means that you stopped dreaming for yourself, family, and friends.
But please be honest.
The world needs more people admitting to themselves that they are searching for more.
If you are not contented let me tell you; it’s totally beautiful not to.
It’s normal not to.
So, let’s chase the life we want to have, the ideal family, the education, the fat paycheck, the business where we can be our boss, the food that, and the places we want to visit.
All of them and other many beautiful things will give us the chance to know that we have no limitations.
I’m proud to say that the word ‘contentment’ doesn’t exist in my life vocabulary because I ‘m hear to reach my goals whatever they may be.
Contentment is annoying as hell, and it’s an ideal destination that I will never visit.