To be content is to wish for nothing more than
cthe complacency of now.
To revel in the sameness of things.

No longings for unrealized dreams.
No wishing for hills to climb.
No thoughts of what could be.

It is discontent that breeds creativity
and the need for newness.

The need to fly faster than birds.
The need to chat across continents.
The need to ride in horseless carriages.
The need to go beyond planet Earth.

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