Indoors, I've tried to study life. I have taken every detail of my life trying to find spots that best describe the vicissitudes of life, but in much knowledge comes misery and more confusion. Every man has a story, each differs from another, influenced by so many factors, even the tiniest of it counts. At one point it seems as if life has you on focus, ensuring nothing you do prosper, and at another point, everything works seamlessly as if the universe is in your favour, but in these all, nothing is enough, because in both states, you have a demon to fight.
Poverty looks like the worst demon of it all until you become rich. No state is comfortable, they all require a level of sacrifice. Unfortunately, sometimes you're happier with little than with much, not because the little was enough, but because every growth comes with greater sacrifice and sometimes we are not just ready for such sacrifices. Nothing is enough, our whole being is designed to always seek for more, and once you feed that craving for it, happiness becomes an illusion. Too little or too much becomes the monster we make, and it haunts us down.
I may not have grown old enough to know much about life, but I've dedicated most of my life trying to understand what this life is. Unfortunately I keep learning, and it may never end. But one thing I know about life from all the summary I've been able to gather is that "Nothing is enough". We never get all we seek and that's why self actualization on Maslow's hierarchy of need is rarely attained, we always find ourselves down the table. But then, while nothing is enough, it's our duty to tame the demon with contentment. Every principle of happiness balls down to this singular thing -Contentment.