I always wanted to be like those
who were the best at everything.
Every morning I chose
to look for that something
which others had and I didn’t.
With time I found all those,
and had everything but contentment.
For I gained a lot but lost one thing
which had no replacement.
When a stranger reflected in the mirror,
I started to seek what I once had,
but I was far away from that
and realised why I ended up sad,
I lost myself.
The Poet and the Pen 
Contentment is a key to happiness but this key, isn’t that easy to find. At times, a whole life is less to get this key, and at times we get it in most little of moments.
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Correct 🙂 I totally agree.
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Beautifully evoked
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Thanks 😊
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You’re very welcome
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