Contentment

I hogged and hogged and hogged

My stomach was full but my heart was not

I ate, drank, travelled, created

My heart was temporarily distracted,

Sometimes even excited,

But always back to feeling void, wanting more

More and more and more

A void that neither knowledge nor passion could conquer

My waistline grew, hairline receded

I wasn’t happy with success, family or love

Every answer in the book

failing to cure my appetite

Till I learnt

Contentment can’t be found by filling

It has to be found by emptying

I felt free, light and irresponsible

Back to being a child

Back into my mother’s womb

Unconscious and accepting

that life was inherently purposeless

And man sought purpose all his life

in vehemently trying to deny it.