To be Content... or the alternative

I hazard to make the statement that Life is a study on contentment. A study in which many, many of the subjects are failing. Why? Because I don't have... I want... I'm not... It's not fair...
So really, what does it mean to be content?
Is it a thing that is subject to the perception of an individual?
Is there a standard of contentment of some kind?
Perhaps that is not the point.
All the newest and best Things are never going to be enough, because there's always Thing 2.0 coming out in a few months. There's always Halo 7. Playstation 10. Xbox 1-2-Many. And on and on. But how does one become content, especially in a world where it seems like practically EVERYONE is practicing discontentment?

The Answer: I don't know. I certainly haven't been able to find contentment yet. There are times that I've thought I have, but, true to form, it just wasn't right. Wasn't enough. And on.

But on the flip side of it, what about the other alternative to contentment?
To be complacent.

To "have all that one needs" and yet not do anything, be anything, strive....
How often do we find ourselves there? Perhaps not so often, if we can't become content in the first place.
But how does one acheive contentment when, on one side, everyone is falling into the pit of despair and Desire, and the other half is "content" to do nothing more with their lives?

I think I've set on that side too long. Perhaps I have been "content". I'd hazard to say that I've been happy, even... But happy in what? Happy in something that could be stripped away? Happy in something that could be lost? And when that time comes, and those things are gone, where is my happiness?
Gone.

I think my contentment needs to have a new source. An Old Source, if you want to argue semantics. A source that I have tried, and failed, to stay close to so many times in my life.
I want hope. I want happiness. I want contentment. And not by earthly means.

I want You.
Take this withered heart of mine and make it new.