Found Under Discontentment
A beggar standing on a street corner commented to his friends, “If only I had a hundred dollars, I would never complain again.” A businessman walking by overheard his statement and interrupted the conversation.
“Excuse me,” the man said. “Did you say if you had a hundred dollars, you would never complain again?”
The beggar replied, “You heard right, mister.”
The man pulled out his wallet, handed him a hundred dollars, and said, “I’m glad I can have a small part in bringing happiness to the world.”
After the man walked away, the beggar turned to his friends and remarked, “I wish I had asked for two hundred dollars!”
When we become discontented, we’re not satisfied by what we receive because our problem is internal.
[Kent Crockett, I Once Was Blind But Now I Squint,