On Being Content

The other day I hiked up a small butte in the middle of town. It was a beautiful sunny day. The weather was comfortably warm, the grass gently blowing in the breeze. I lay down on a bench to take in the moment. A feeling of contentment washed over me. I realized that in that moment, I was at peace. I was content.

I was reminded of other times in my past when I had felt this same sense of peace and contentment. The memories that came to me were small snippets of time. I remembered the sound of church bells on a lazy summer afternoon, the smell of a BBQ going, a smooth blanket of snow shining in the sun, a moment of laughter with a friend.

I did not think of money or status or people’s recognition and approval of me. I realized that my moments of feeling most content were simple moments of time when I was fully present.

When we are asked what will make us happy, we come up with answers like; more money, a stable job, a spouse, having kids, owning a house, moving to a different place, getting more respect at work, etc. etc. We are always looking for contentment in things that we don’t yet have, things we think we lack, things just beyond reach. We don’t often realize that contentment is available to us at every moment, whoever we are, wherever we are and whatever situation we are in.

Some may say this isn’t possible, that you cannot find peace in any and every situation. Yet, isn’t it our perceptions that create the idea that something will bring us happiness? It is not a FACT that marriage or money or a “dream” job will bring happiness. Most of us find that out along the way, and yet we continue to believe that the next thing will gift us contentment. Our expectations and beliefs, not facts, create this illusion that we fall into over and over.

We can spend our entire lives falling into the hole of searching for contentment, or we can notice that happiness is not something that comes to us from the outside, but something that we find within. It is there for us, all of the time, in the beauty of the moment.

This week ask yourself where you expect contentment to come from? Where are you investing yourself to try and find happiness? What would shift if you were to look for contentment in the small moments of your life?

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
by Portia Nelson
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
IV
I walk down another street.