We’re always trying to get somewhere—never content to be where we are. But “progress” isn’t always progress. Progress isn’t merely the passing of time or the accomplishment of goals. Learning to be content is itself progress.
Every day that passes brings us closer to death. It also brings us closer to the next tragedy. Perhaps a car accident is awaiting you, or a heart attack, or cancer, or World War III. A year ago we weren’t anticipating a pandemic. How many people’s plans has this outbreak altered or destroyed?
There will always be something to worry about. So when will you decide to be happy regardless?