never satisfied

There is no end to my selfishness.

I am sitting in a Starbucks right now.

(Which should be miracle enough.)

I just drank a Strawberries and Cream thing-a-ma-gig and ate a vanilla bean scone.

(Which I did not share with anyone as I am here all alone.)

I am typing on an iPad.

Which was so graciously given to us by dear, kind and generous friends.

(More miracles.)

And my time here is almost up because I need to go pick up my children from Art Camp.

And all I can really think is,

“I want more.
More time.
More quiet.
More vanilla bean scone.”

Why?

Why is it so hard to learn contentment?

Why is it so hard to be satisfied?

Why is something never everything?