The other night I had dinner with some friends and one friend asked me, “What do you want in life?” I paused. I have not been asked that question in a long time, let alone ask myself what I really want in life. I told her that I want to be happy. Another friend quickly added that my answer was too vague. And for a moment there, with a semi-chewed straw in my mouth and eyes darting from left to right, I felt obliged to give an answer to something I’m only beginning to understand.
I told her that what I meant was that I want to be content. I used to want to have my own business/gallery/restaurant/café… and in fact, a little part of me is still intrigued by the idea. But is that what I really want? And if I can have all that, then what? Will I want more?
I like how John Eldredge put it:
Contentment is not freedom from desire, but freedom of desire. Being content is not pretending that everything is the way you wish it would be; it is not acting as though you have no wishes. Rather, it is no longer being ruled by your desires.
That aside, I’ve also been getting busy with Sel’s baking business. Photographing food is not as easy as it seems, but tasting the fruits of your labour is worth the while—and wait!
Am currently saddened by how my Flickr account is running out of space. Oh well.