I will be a lot of things in this life, but one of them I'm never going to be is satisfied.
Maybe I don't always feel comfortable being hungry, (my many trips to the pantry and refridgerator would be evidence of that), but being satisfied implies contentment that I am not sure I will ever have. I don't recall ever being completed "satisfied" with how things are. There are just too many ways things could be better.
It is wise to to know things can only get better. No matter what. So why would I want to be satisfied with how things are? There is only growth while you are living. Otherwise you are not living, merely getting by, existing.
They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. Perhaps that is why cats are said to have nine lives. The satisfaction didn't last. It never does. And that is a good thing.
So on the journey through advent I am finding it is blessed to be satisfied with the knowledge
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