For what is your life…
a vapor that appears for a little time then vanishes away.
When we are young, we can’t wait to get older; when we are old, we wish we were young again. How much of life do we spend wishing it were different? If we would only learn to be content; to live each day so that there are no regrets when looking back; perhaps then, we would find peace.
…I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content