One of my good friends always complains to me that I’m never satisfied. It hurts my heart they feel this way, because it often upsets them. I’m sure it makes them feel like their efforts toward me, and the love they’ve invested in me, are being wasted. I’m often at a loss for words when they express their frustration, because it’s hard to explain to them exactly how much their effort and love mean to me.
They are right. I’m not satisfied, and that’s a purposeful effort, and a hard one to maintain.
When I was younger and filled with hope, despite how dark life was around me, I fought hard against accepting the life offered, and refused to be satisfied with the hopelessness I was being fed. I knew I deserved a better life and wanted more, so I fought against prejudice, oppression, and abuse, seeking a better life, a life worth living for, a life of happiness, peace and respect. I nearly killed myself in this pursuit, both physically and spiritually.
Somewhere along the way I lost love for myself and zeal to fight. I began to die. I forgot about that feisty little rebel and became a zombie – going through the motions but dead on the inside. Thanks to a spark of life and the blossoming love I’m building for myself, and the love I’ve received from my dear friends, and the love I have for them, I’m being reborn. I’m fighting for myself. I’m fighting for my future. I’m fighting for my dreams.
So, NO – I’m not satisfied. I hope to always want more. I hope to always seek better. I will never get enough, because as soon as I receive some of the good, I’m going to want more. My friend gives me the good, beautiful things in life. How could I not want more? That doesn’t mean I don’t have the deepest of love and appreciation for what I’ve been given. On the contrary – without their love, support, and belief in me I wouldn’t be growing and fighting as I am. Their efforts mean the WORLD to me and I love them dearly for it.
I know I need to find a way to show that appreciation so my friends don’t feel my lack of satisfaction is some failure on their part. They have not failed me, and I hope beyond hope not to fail them. Mostly, I don’t want to let them or myself down. I’m content with their love and friendship, but I’ll never be satisfied. I will always want more of them, their love, their efforts, their concern, their care, their dreams, their opinions, their advice, their comfort, their presence, and their laughter. They are good enough, more than good enough, they are excellence… and I still want more.
Till next time,