September 10, 2014 by jeliwobble
It doesn’t matter how much you’ve got, you always want more.
Contentedness is a state that seems unobtainable. I don’t even think this is a modern era thing, I think it’s inbuilt as part of the human psyche. It’s the itch that makes humans want to reach the moon, search the bottom of the ocean, find out the genetic code of life itself.
Discontent is the driver that has made human beings what they are today. The push to be something ‘else’, to be ‘better’, to be different, to be more than just another human that lives, procreates and dies.
Most people bumble through life without finding the cure for cancer or designing a rocket or being Jacques Cousteau. Mostly, that itch niggles at us, makes us feel we’re unhappy, makes us look for things to scratch it with, like children, or a ‘fulfilling job’, or an affair, or a sportscar, or whatever various things that various gurus say might, finally, stop it, and you get to the end of them, whatever they may be, and the itch is still there.
Some people try to drown it out. Drink, or illegal drugs, or prescription drugs, or food…so much food…or sex, or trolling people on the internet for the minor kick of superiority it gives you, all of which work to a greater or lesser extent until you need your next fix. Which is always a shorter time since the last one.
They say the happiest people are those who have the least stuff, and don’t really know how little they have, because they don’t have the means to acquire it. But, even those people still have the itch. They still want to catch a bigger fish, still want to build a better hut, still want to be better than their neighbour – or run their neighbour through with a poison spear, whatever takes their fancy. Happy doesn’t equal content.
Maybe the religious have a point. It’s shit on Earth, but don’t worry, you’re all going to a place where you’ll be content, promise. So you put off the itch. It’s still there, but instead of letting it get to you, you ‘name it and claim it’. I see you, nameless discontent, and I will put you in a big mental box with all the other shit things on this planet, like earthquakes, tsunamis, famine, disease and trees falling on toddlers in playgrounds, so I don’t have to think about you and can have some respite from all your damn irritation.
Embrace the moment, the gurus say. Live in the here and now. YOLO *boik*
That’s all well and good but, when you’ve got an itch, the only thing to do is scratch it. How do you scratch yours?