So plastic

I love my Sundays. Church, brunch and recently cycling (again) in the evenings.

So I wonder if it is remotely possible to be contented on earth.
Besides the material longings of this world-which the accumulation of is liken to chasing the wind...is it possible for a person to be contented?
Spiritually, emotionally, physically.

There's always something to be reached for, something just out of grasp.
Or maybe a perceived idea of ideal stage.
Whatever it is, life is just that bit more tedious some days.

And on other days, simply divine.