Sometimes

Sometimes I’m not sure what I should think. Sometimes I’m not sure what I should want. Sometimes I’m not sure what I should want to want. Sometimes I’m not sure if I have the courage to want more, and sometimes I question if I have the right to want more. Sometimes I question whether I have is what I want or if what I have is something I have been taught I should want. Sometimes I think that the only way to find what I truly want is to rule out all the things I know I do not want. Sometimes I think people confuse being complacent with being content. Sometimes I think people confuse being satisfied with being content. Sometime I think I know the difference between these and sometimes I don’t think I know the difference at all.