Choice

When it comes to contentment, choice is a dirty, evil word. If you think you have other options, the hope of something better, a chance at that ever-elusive thing called happiness, you’ll never realise what you already have and be grateful for it. If, however, you tell yourself, you will never ever be able to find another job/car/love/gadget/bag/LIFE like this one you have now which (insert positive aspect), everything will suddenly seem that much more appealing, beautiful, and precious. Don’t lose sight of that. Don’t be ruined by choice.