Contentment.

After exploring Livejournal for a while, I've begun to realize that there are many people out there who lead lives much more interesting than mine. The sex workers, the party people, the overseas travelers, the filmmakers and risktakers and back breakers. People who work two or three jobs to get what they want out of life. People who put their lives on the line on a regular basis. People who revel in their local nightlives every evening and crawl home to sleep away the sunrise.

And then there's me. A quiet little computer programmer with a wife and a corgi in the 'burbs.

And you know what? I'm fine with that.

I'm neither jealous nor spiteful of the lives others lead. It's interesting to read about them, like reading about the adventures of a long-lost explorer, and sometimes it's fun to wonder, "What if that was me?" But that's all I have - wonderings and random musings. Those aren't the lives for me. They're interesting, but those are paths for other people to follow. My path has led me to a home where I love and am loved in comfort and happiness. I have no great ambitions, other than to do better than emotionally break even. All I crave is happiness, and I have it in scads.

I am where I'm supposed to be right now, I think, and I am content with that.