Is it only when time isn’t on our side that we blame fate? How many people do you find truly content with their situation? Hunger is never fully satisfied; we always want more. In illness, happiness slips away. We keep money in our pockets, clutching it tight—but right beneath that pocket lies a whole heart—how much care have we given it? Our restlessness for more has robbed us of peace day by day. Chasing after pleasures like mad, we unwittingly draw closer to the grave. Yet, even with what we have, we never once try to be content.
Much of happiness depends on our mindset. We measure our lives by comparing ourselves to others. The thought “I am enough as I am” rarely stays with us. Seeing others have something, we crave it too—dying slowly inside from this emptiness. With sighs and sadness, we dig a grave for our peace.
How much can a person really endure? How many can bear constant dissatisfaction? The obsession with lack forms a disease in the mind that stays until death.
In a society where contentment is rare, dissatisfaction has become a widespread illness. We ourselves have created the disease of demeaning our own position by believing all happiness lies somewhere else. We envy others’ flashy lives, lament our fate when we see their travel photos, fancy jewelry, or designer clothes—yet we never see their hidden pain. True happiness, like the humble songbird in the Canadian forests, is simple and profound. Most heartbreak comes not from others, but from ourselves or those close to us.
Distant people can hardly cause deep pain; they rarely have the chance. Losing joy by thinking, “Why did they get it and not me?” steals our daily peace. Happiness is actually found in simplicity. Deep connections don’t come from having many friends, nor does joy come from owning more. No amount of luxury or wealth can replace genuine warmth. In relationships and money alike, moderation is key. Excess rarely brings true benefit. To deepen bonds, we must simply be present.
Life is meant to be enjoyed. Chasing after things like a drunkard chasing shadows leaves us empty in the end. Money is necessary, but so is leisure. We must never let the pursuit of wealth overshadow the need for rest. Let money not kill our happiness.
We only get one life. How we spend it is our choice. No grand plan can replace our own decisions. Yet, many of our troubles are self-made. We sin by deceiving others but don’t seek forgiveness. Few have the humility to let go of pride and arrogance. Every wrongdoing unsettles the mind. Though remorse can arise, often it’s too late. Being content with little keeps the heart light and joyful. Then, being well becomes easy. Perhaps, we live simply to be well.
