I have never been content. True I have had many a fleeting glimpse of joy, but, it has always been fleeting. I was born into filth. I was born into a family of hoarders. As a child my family considered running water a luxury and electricity too expensive. This is not a falsehood and I do not lie. My family lived like animals and as their child so too did I.
I have never been content. I was a troubled child with no true friend. Life has been and still is, hard for me. Even now I must ration my food for the next few days until I get paid. I contemplate suicide on the bad days of my life. I would never go through with it of course, can't let myself get away with it, too easy. I regret and savor every second of suffering.
I will never be content. My plans are grand, my chance is slim. As long as I'm alive I can continue to fight. A thousand men may stand before me, the simple way to win is not to die. I may be beaten and bloody but no man is taller than the last man standing!
I will never be content. With the hunger in my belly and a will to succeed, I can not fail. The displeasure in self is the key to progression. The displeasure in your surroundings is the key to riches. My life has never been easy. I hope it stays that way.
I have never been content. I will never be content. With my pain I will progress.
Contentment breeds stagnation.
