I’m content! I am really very content. I’m content with where I am, I’m content with where I’m going, I’m content with everything and anything and everything I put into my day-to-day. I’m really very content with myself.
Even though they’re synonyms, I’ve come to define contentment slightly differently than I have happiness. (Both are nice to have.) Neither excludes the other, but it’s comforting putting a name other than “happy”, to the day-to-day deeply seated state of fulfillment I experience. Even that, calling it an experience, evokes a much stronger emotion than contentment embodies. Experience is happiness, being content is an ongoing state of satisfaction, understated but present, still.
You get happy, you are content. There’s kind of a difference. You are happy, but for a moment or a day, then you become content. The absence of happiness in a fulfilled individual is the comfort of contentment. It’s nice to have.
It’s nice!
