Contain: (v) to control
This will be over-simplistic.
I know this.
Often, in an attempt to take away the complications of life, there are individuals who will rise up in horror and accuse those who are trying to break down life into nuts and bolts, and attack them for such a foolish endeavor.
With that in mind, I offer this silly premise:
Great life is about avoiding frustration.
Frustration is caused by trying to do something that doesn’t want to be done. Maybe it rejects your efforts now, or it’s containment is denied to anyone, at any time.
But further effort will only produce frustration, which eventually promotes cynicism, leading to the emotional desert of faithlessness.
I do not know what I can contain.
I try to contain myself within a diet. Even when I’m successful at following a regimen, sometimes my body feels affronted and refuses to shed pounds, in order to protect me from starvation.
I try to contain my belief into a quaint explanation of my hopes only to discover that when inspiration wants to crack through the atmosphere of Earth, it will often contradict my theories.
I try to contain prejudice and racism from permeating the society in which I live, only to discover that my best chance is to focus solely on my own quirk.
We become boggled because we begin to believe we have enough answers accumulated to solve all the equations. We are soon frustrated. And frustration is what brings us our worst…
Oh, I already said that.