Lately, I've been engulfed with the feeling of contentment, but my brain tempts me into thinking it's not real "because I have not achieved some of the external goals that I set out for myself."

I tell my brain "If you are always searching for confirmation from the external world, your search will be a never ending journey as the external world is always shifting beyond your control."

Contentment is an ode to your inner peace, your aliveness, your being.