I only have automotive-contentment
when I’m clueless-I-know-what’s-best, what’ll-make-me-happIER. On the other hand, when I’m CONFIDENT-I-know-what’s-best, I’m always thinking, wondering, how I can IMPROVE my automotive experience, even a little. I have tried and tried and tried, but I have been unable to figgerout how to improve my car situation. When I momentarily give up trying, I’m momentarily content. But to give up trying, feels like an admission of failure. Who SAYS I dunno how to improve my automotive experience? I’m a car expert. I OUGHTA be able to figgerout how to improve it. But, alas, I cannot. I have tried repeatedly and failed repeatedly. And then sometimes, I experience contentment. For a while. Until I have a new thought, then I go back to researching, wondering, hoping for a small-to-medium improvement. New products come on the market frequently. I don’t have hope for a major improvement because my 2013 Passat is awesome for my tastes, use. But I’m still not content. This is the life of an addict. Obsessive. Idolator. Perfectionist at his hobby. Insanity. Tortured soul. Imagining I KNOW how to make me happy, or happIER. Maybe I spend too much time alone. But if I didn’t, I’d still be addicted, but in denial of my addiction. I’m to be pitied above all men, for I have Heaven, but not the benefit of Jesus. Except. For those blissful times of fresh contentment, when Jesus is ENOUGH for me, because of the convicting work of His Spirit.
— Dave McCarty, GospelFriendships, blissfully content/clueless-he-knows-what’ll-make-him-happIER, for the moment
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