Contentment?

Though a cliched question, I'm sure someone has asked you where you'd like to see yourself twenty years down the line. You'd have said something like..."I'd like to be a successful human being. Excel in my profession. Have a good family to come home to....blah blah." Fast-forward twenty years, imagine you have actually managed to achieve every bit of what you said earlier. Would you really be "contented"? Well, if you asked me, I'd say no. My priorities would have changed, my definitions would have changed for sure. I'd be seeking out a different meaning of life, in all likelihood. My achievements might seem silly to me. I'd have set new goals for myself....strive towards achieving them, and so on. So where's the end? Does this mean stop being ambitious and be happy with the moment? Then where's the impetus to lead a life filled with zeal and enthusiasm?

It was just before twilight, one Saturday. I was walking through the Fenway Park when I saw contentment personified. He sat there on a bench, reading a book. A mysterious smile lit up his face. A smile that spoke more than a million words. His smile seemed to say to me, you'll have things figured out too. I've been there, done that. All of a sudden, everything seemed just so simple, so easy.