#dissatisfaction

[nobeerreviews]

It was a vague and diffuse sense of envy - of dissatisfaction with his life. He had no idea of its cause, still less of its cure; but discontent had come into his soul, and he had taken one small step toward humanity.

-- Arthur C. Clarke

(Rapperswil, Switzerland)

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

[thefictionalgirl]

The youngest daughter

You heard about me a lot,

She mentions me all the time,

They mention me all the time,

How she had to protect me

from the problems I've never caused.

You heard about me right?

But what do you know?

The lazy and unreliable one

in every story?

That's only natural for you to believe,

Because you know I believe that too.

The one who is admired,

The one who is loved.

And the one who doesn't care,

never try to be enough.

One who's "too much"

all the damn time.

And I know you heard about me,

And I know you heard,

How I spend a lot,

Someone your blood and flesh,

gets not as much as you thought.

Mom favours her,

Dad loves her the best,

She does whatever she wants,

a luxurious nest.

You practically heard this a lot, what I'm going to tell you,

Listen to me even though you know–

They sacrificed a lot, for building her life,

She did nothing, but she's the one at the edge of a knife.

Uncivilised, uncompromising and not so nice

No matter who becomes a virtue, she's always the vice.

The oldest's anger and dissatisfaction,

maybe not always it's the case,

But whenever the question is raised,

"They love you the most, they treat you the best"

Arrogant, rebellious and the unpleasant,

She gets that alot, that's how you describe the youngest.

And for whom, parents never cared about you,

And for whom, you had to refuse the last piece of cake.

For whom, you had to give up on your room,

For whom, you'll not be praised even for how much you make.

And you try, to go back on words, to change the fate,

because of the little girl, you want to, but you cannot hate.

And I guess y'all know about these,

The cat, the mouse and the piece of cheese.

And the cat leaves and moves out,

The mouse didn't know how to cope up,

So that's why she always shouts.

But then, how about reading some things unknown ?

What happens to the girl, why doesn't she smile anymore? Why does she always frown?

Did she have to take the responsibility of always being good?

She didn't need to be compared, she didn't need to be called rude.

You were busy complimenting the comparison,

An Individual, who was never known and given a reason.

Good or bad, she never wanted them,

You all made her the antagonist here who loves to complain.

And with the tag of being spoiled one,

she became the alter ego of yours,

The princess with a large mansion

And who never endures.

Someday you leave,

Making her all alone,

She never cries,

She has now grown.

It's the best, cause you never want to see

The teenage self in her eyes again,

Where everything is immature- love, happiness or pain.

She never had the idea of how the world works, right?

She said, "no I'm fine" whenever you charged her,

But the question in her eyes didn't surrender.

Hopeful- she wanted you to try a bit more,

"She never shares, she just knows how to close the door"

You wanted to be a teacher, punish for her mistakes.

She just wanted a sister to share her aches.

Hard or soft, whatever the feelings were,

She just never trusted you again,

And why would she do it?

You became a traitor

You never took the share of her pain.

And where were you, when she was on her knees,

Praying to make it all stop?

You were not there when she got home.

You were not there when she was trying to build her rome.

She never blamed you for choosing your happiness.

But why's that different when it comes to her?

Why can't you all see

That she too has a lot of scars?

To have nothing,

It must be hard, it must be bad,

But I had you,

Then why have I always felt sad?

I cannot describe the mixed feelings,

Maybe this all happened because of us.

I love you more than my life,

I cried a lot, weren't my eyes enough obvious?

I was not a criminal, nor you were,

We could have made it better, I swear.

But you never ever tried,

And I always denied.

You left the room, you left me alone,

Now you ask me about my feelings? Why have I never shown?

Was it so easy for you to abandon everything?

I know it's not bad, but why can't I do nothing?

TELL ME TELL ME I WANT TO KNOW,

don't you know that this crappy delinquent always feels so low?

After all this time,

After screaming for so long,

You hear the depth of my voice,

What about my continuous melancholic song?

Can't you see it falling from my eyes?

Can't you see I'm tired of tossing the dice?

Constantly hoping to earn a six,

I'll pick the pieces up in order to fix.

I refuse to believe in cracks,

I will try, I'll try to give what it lacks,

But you can never give me back, the years I spent yearning in vain,

Even if you try to have a conversation with stories from the memory lane.

Distanced soul,

Unattached roles

How do you think it happened?

How do you know it's not for the best?

Because that's way she became her,

That's way of the youngest.

✒mystica

[quotelr]

If you look to money for happiness, you will be disappointed; to power, you will be disillusioned; to honor, you will be dissatisfied; to others, you will be disenchanted; but if you look to God, you will be fulfilled.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[kittylittersmoothie]

...Somehow, not even completing a fanfic trilogy with the first work dating back to late February 2023 sparks any sensation akin to accomplishment or happiness?? Comments, kudos, and reads feel amazing in the moment of reception, but once the moment fades, I just revert to feeling the below image

[myownpersonalnotesapp]

i'm angry more and more lately at the people I should and do care about, and I don't know how to fix it

[raffaellopalandri]

Having it All: A Question of Definition and Desire

Daily writing promptWhat does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?View all responses The question of having it all has been swirling around for decades, and like a kaleidoscope, its answer depends entirely on who’s looking through it. Image taken from Internet The phrase itself can be traced back to Helen Gurley Brown‘s 1982 book, Having It All: Love, Success, Sex, Money… Even if…

[lizloveswords]

The weight of the world        is love. Under the burden        of solitude, under the burden        of dissatisfaction

       the weight, the weight we carry        is love.

---

Allen Ginsberg, Song

[malakkc-poetry]

Labyrinth

Life is full of predicaments,

Labyrinths are the only road available.

Line your car with gas that spars

Long with the deadly turns that are viable.

Longing for straightforward success,

Laying out your failures that press.

Limp around giving a guess

Looking forward to new life that's not less.

Legends are complex and teach

Loyalty and friendship, but suppress

Liars that generate a great reach

Leaving them as villains that squeals.

Light up your life with loyals

Living through difficulties and prove

Logical in their enterprises

Letting the faithful mind make a move.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

"We would worry less if we praised more. Thanksgiving is the enemy of discontent and dissatisfaction." - Harry Ironside

[random-xpressions]

Many of the truths have been beautifully wrapped by God in the most perplexing of paradoxes. Just like me saying that the first step towards the deepest contentment is kept in your deepest dissatisfaction. As absurd as it may sound, to be deeply dissatisfied is the primary prerequisite if ever you wish to reach the station is contentment. You see, the world in which we live today is so full of pain, so full of misery, so full of anarchy, so full of injustice, so full of inequality - the list is almost endless. Only someone really cold blooded could actually sit there nodding his head to all of that as if all of that is perfectly fine and ok with him. No, not for the one who has even an atom weight of life left in his heart. To be deeply dissatisfied with one's living conditions and with the environment in which we exist is so very important because that is the very spark that will ignite the change. Even on a personal level, you aren't happy with the exploitative terms of your work, let it burn you. You aren't happy with the manipulative nature of your partner, let it burn you. Why should one settle for a lowly way of living? Why should one continue adopting the path of suffering in silence? When life happens only once, why should one be so self-limiting? You must be deeply dissatisfied with your own circumstances because that will become the very fuel with which you'll be able to initiate that bold step of coming out of your own prison. If the chains are truly wearing you down, if it is causing much agitation, then break forth. Let the pressure build up so much that there would be no other way but to burst forth. To rebel and oppose such a confined way of living is the stepping stone towards that life which you have been aspiring for - the sort of heavenly bliss on earth that's awaiting you. So to be truly content, one has to first be utterly dissatisfied with his present excruciating circumstances - that's the point from where you must begin. Be disgusted completely and from there take your first step towards your journey of contentment. Change one thing at a time!

Random Xpressions

[k41tlyn8487]

My mum is watching Moulin Rouge and I recognised the main guy and asked were he was from

“Star wars?”

After a search on imdb turns out i know him from the Nanny McPhee sequel.

I dont think anyone has ever been more disappointed in me

[how-do-you-spell-that]

en​nui

a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction

(French, noun)

definition via Merriam-Webster.com

[absurdlakefront]

"We rush impetuously into novelty, driven by a mounting sense of insufficiency, dissatisfaction, and restlessness. We no longer live on what we have, but on promises, no longer in the light of the present day, but in the darkness of the future, which, we expect, will at last bring a proper sunrise. We refuse to recognize that everything better is purchased at the price of something worse."

Christopher Ryan, Civilized to Death: What Was Lost on the Way to Modernity, 2019

[thatmessofadaydreamer]

19/365

I finally started to realise that spending time planning the future while you are struggling with the present is not always a good habit that serves your productivity.

More often than not, it is just a symptom of our procrastination, a vivid manifestation of our dissatisfaction with the current situation or with life in itself.

Planning what's to come, designing a perfect future, while ignoring what is going on in the imperfect present, it's like looking straight ahead of you not minding your step and completely ignoring the obstacles that are making you stumble, all of this while walking along the edge of a cliff.

[ella-rc-xxiv]

Concerning

it became concerning to mehow often it was pointed out“you’re smiling today”to which i respond with“was i not yesterday?”it became concerning to me“there’s that smile”, they sayunbelievable in my headhow did they notice? or how did i slip up?it became concerning becausemy mask has always kept its formhow did it chipand when did the chip turn into a crackand how long since the cracks begun to…