Today I read essays on passion. Then I saw a sticker that said, "You're going to die soon––I mean that in the nicest possible way."
I feel good about what I'm doing and what I've done in my life. I've tried to contribute positively to the world; I've focused on doing things that promote happiness, instead of gathering numbers in my bank account. I look out the window and I see that I live in a beautiful, dynamic place full of opportunities. I'm patient; I don't cut corners to try to get to some level in society where happiness might be magnified.
I'm lucky enough to have peered into the lives of the fabulously wealthy and the very, very poor. And from what I've seen, satisfaction can be found in either. Maybe the key is to learn to be satisfied. There's nothing wrong with wanting more, but the people I know that seem the happiest know they have enough.