contentment and Complacency

I think there is a fine line between being content and complacent. 

By definition to be content is to be in a state of satisfaction. There’s nothing wrong with that on the surface. I don’t even believe wrong is the correct word to use. But there is something. It begs to ask, is there something “wrong” for the lack of a better word, with wanting more? Maybe if I said you always want more, the context at which I present the sentence gives it an undertone of wrongdoing. But if something is plaguing you everyday or if something feels like it’s missing. Shouldn't you do something about it? I think, by definition, the questions I’ve asked have more to do with complacency. This means being self-satisfied and pleased with oneself or a situation, often to the point of not recognizing potential dangers or recognizing the need for improvement. When do you stop? When do you start? When you’re tired of doing the same thing every day? When 1 year turns into 10? I would hate to not have tried my hand at every gift, idea, dream, or hope that God has given me. I’d hate to be an undiscovered talent. To only have shared it with close friends and relatives. For my grandchildren to be surprised by what I could do. Hell my children. To hope for it through my children. To have no legacy.

I can even scale it back. I’d hate it for me. To always know I could have done more, but didn’t, why? Because I was scared? Lazy? A perfectionist, perhaps? A heavy case of imposter syndrome? Or think I had all the time in the world and kept putting it off? Or because I had given time to other areas in my life and had to allocate more time there… I’d hate that. But the common denominator would be me, My choices. My discipline. I would rather fail than never know. Life, dreams are for the taking. So what are you going to do? 

But in all this ambition. I hope I know when to stop as much as I know how to start.