I think I have traveled so much and never stopped moving because I have never found a place of contentment.
All of that changed this semester. At the end of it, I was completely happy at school, with my friends, absolutely loving the life that God had given me. Then, it was ripped out from under me as Christmas break arrived.
I went home, not really sure what to expect. My family and friends there, however, made it the absolute best time I have ever had in Lexington. With long nights, rekindled friendships, new acquaintances, the return of my very best friend, and some surprise visitors, I loved being at home. That, too, was ripped out from under me by Costa Rica.
Ever time I have traveled, I have been so eager to leave, to explore, to find something new. This time, I had everything that I wanted, but I couldn't stay.
That led me to the understanding that contentment should never be based on your surroundings, but rather that it is something internal, independent of external circumstances.
I asked myself, "What is it exactly that I am seeking to be content with?"
The obvious answer was, "My life."
Which led to the next question" "Of what is my life composed?"
Some deep thinking has enabled me to see that my life travels with me. It's the memories that I have, the beliefs I posses, the chances that I take, and the relationships that I form.
I have a life at school, one at home, one here in Costa Rica. I had one in Jordan; I had one in Mexico, in D.C., at camp. And the important thing is that I was content with each one in that time.
I have found most of all that my life travels with me, and with that, I am very content.
