One of the thoughts were.
We do live in our heads. And our body lives in the house. We create our own reality. By labeling what is happening thew our senses,(Vision, taste, touch, feel). Then we decide to accept or reject it. By judging it as good or bad. We create our own happiness. Or feel trapped.
Where as an animal just is content and happy. Because they have not evolved as much as us. By self analyzing our world. They just live and observe. And have the ability to be content and cope with what ever is thrown there way. My cat Reba, has show me she can be angry. She liked being the only cat. but slowly she is learning to get along with Silk.
Contentment is something I have always struggled with. In the past I always live in the future. Trying to achieve a goal. Or avoid an imagined disaster. I only was able to be content at out old house. I spent many days in my garden. Like painting a picture. I planted a zen garden. I spent hours. Stilling and observing nature. Feeling at peace with the world and my life.
Since we moved. I created impending doom and gloom. By morning what I had. And never unpacking or moving into this house mentally.
I am a person who likes change. But this was a spiral of what I labeled and rejected as unexceptionable.
I have to regain contentment. Or make another change. Silk the new kitty has given me peace of mind. And taken my thoughts off of rationalization.
Have a wonderful day and remember to laugh and play.