I am guilty of trying to fit a ridiculous amount of challenges, successes, failures and opportunities into my moments. I love to experience as much as possible, but at the expense of being content. For a number of years, I would revisit the past and argue with myself over time lost here and time lost there. However, my thinking has changed. Each and every one of those moments is framed in ice. They sit there for me to see as they are. They cannot be thawed out and manipulated into what I may think is more beneficial or pleasing. They are there…forever.
Where I can find joy is in the moment that lies presently. I use this blog to send out my thoughts to those I meet physically and digitally in hopes that my research and struggles may help in some way. Writing on here takes time. I’m not a fabulous writer, but I rest in the fact that my writing is honest and sincere. This moment that I type right now I could be on my bike trainer, I could be doing some dirty dishes, or I could still be asleep. I chose this moment for myself and for you. Be content with each moment and fall in love with you.
SANTOSHA – The Paradox of Not Seeking
Discontentment is the illusion that there can be something else in the moment. There isn’t and there can’t be. The moment is complete. That means if I am bored or sad, I will only be discontented if I am not content to be bored and sad. Building contentment with boredom, sadness, impatience, depression, disappointment, and loss, builds our ability to be that tall tree so rooted in the earth that great winds cannot topple it. Being content with our discontentment is itself a gateway to the calm depths within.
Santosha, or contentment, is performing duty and right action with pure joy. It is the true understanding that there is nothing more that can or does exist that this very moment. When we are purely in the moment, the moment is complete.
Scholars have learned that there is nothing missing; life is complete the way it comes to us in each moment. When we understand this, we sink into contentment.
Book – “The Yamas and Niyamas” by Deborah Adele