When I look at an elephant in my garden, whatever the elephant, I see a perfect example of an elephant.
Why then, when I look in the mirror, do I most decidedly not perceive a perfect example of the similarly highly variable species, human?
When a mouse, any mouse, in my house, leaves the toilet seat down or leaves the lid off the biscuit barrel or doesn’t put the top back on the toothpaste, it’s just being a mouse, a perfect mouse; that’s just the way mice behave.
Why then, whatever I do, however I behave, do I never give myself credit for exhibiting the perfect and perfectly natural behaviour of the highly variable species human?
Nothing that even I do, let alone the rest of my species, was ever done well enough to satisfy hindsight – and, let’s face it, I’m as damned near perfect as it gets.
You? Well, why not be more gentle with yourself; accept without question or struggle that you will never be satisfied.
It’s just the way we are.
Orang-utans can feel utterly at home and content in the jungle without any mobile phone signal coverage, cats purr and have orgasms in simple warmth, dogs roll with abandon in fresh fox-poo and sheep, once we understand their complex language, will be discovered to be constantly shouting “Oooh – grass! My favourite! Ooh – over there – look! Even more grass! More of my favourite!” These other species seem to know contentment – or seem at least to have found it somehow.
We humans will never be home, will never be comfortable, nothing that we do, nothing that ever happens to us will ever be more than fleetingly satisfying. A few moments into the future hindsight will take the shine off everything, and we’ll want something else. We will never be content.
Get used to it!
What do you see in the mirror and in your past?