Discontent. I don’t know why I am not happy. There’s something missing a hole. Just the last puzzle piece missing. I dropped it somewhere on the floor. I can’t find it.
Charlie
I think it is like dont do somehing
luke
the word discontent means lack of contentment; dissatisfaction with one’s circumstances.
Amber
the word discontent means lack of contentment; dissatisfaction with one’s circumstances. boo yeah.
Amber Brunner
I gave quick sigh of discontent, looking down at the unfinished patches of silk, “Screwed up once again . . ” I groan whilst pushing the ruined ‘ cloth ‘ away from me.
Discontent means a person who is not satisfied. They are not calm. Displeasure.
Ice Cream
still not content in the thing that he made or do.
NOT happy on the thing that he or she made
Want to do something better that what he did
Keat
Discontent means to be upset, or sad. I hope to never be discontent but it will happen. I hope you get a better understanding of discontent now.
Brother Bob
not being happy, I have no idea. sorry but this is all.ieibviebvijebviefbviefbvihefbvhefbvhfebvihebvhefbvihefbvhiefbvhfebvhefbvhjefvhfebvhefbvihefbvhfebvhefbvhefbvefhvbiefhvbihefvbihefbvhiefbvhfebvihefbvihefbvihefbvhefbvhebfvbfeihvbfeivbfehvbfeihvbfeihvbefihvbfrhhbvhbeihvbeihvbeifhvbefivbfeihvbihefvbhiefbvihefbvihfevbfehbvfhebviehfbvihfebvihefbvifbvfeihvbfehvbefihvbeifhvbfiehvbifvbifehvbiefvbiefhvbfihvbhevbihevfbihefvbihfebvihfebvhifvbhfevbhfvbihebfvihefbvihfebvihefbvihefvbhfvbhfvebhfvbhfvebehfvbiehfvbihefvbefihvevfihbevfbhiviefhbfvehbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
gohn
the opposite of contentment. the feeling that you don’t like how things turned out to you. like a gray and rainy day where things just don’t go your way. you lose a bit of hope but the next day you get up anyway and maybe it won’t be as bad as you thought and you’ll figure out the puzzle. it’s sunny and beautiful out and next time you feel like that just remember; it’s always darkest before dawn.
Tina Rouge
Discontent is a word I don’t know. I sounds important and a word a would use someday but for now I just don’t know. I sounds kind of funny or like a punishment. Maybe its a word used to descrie technology and other scince things of that nature.
Hailey Auster
My dog was discontent when I told her to stop barking.
Amelia Vachon
Discontent. The feeling of emptiness. You don’t feel happy. You’re disappointed. It’s maddening. It’s frustrating. Wow, 60 seconds is far longer than I thought. Imagine looking into the eyes of your lover for 60 whole seconds. What if he looks away? That is discontent. Not content. Wanting more. Always.
Ayana
One day a little girl had a pretty red pony she never named it she held it forever.
Liv
You are not happy or upset. Opposite of content.
Sana
She was feeling discontent when she got a bad grade on her test. She remained to feel that way for the rest of the day.
Aiylin
This is a discontent from Billy’s football game. He needs to win it but the fan ran on the field to distract them from playing. The guys gets tackled and brought to jail. Now Billy can focus. He throws the ball and….. Jimmy catches it for the win, the fan dicontented the other team and they didn’t play defense.
JBOSSMANDUDEBOY
blah blah blah i already wrote this word down this word is boring discontent.
BOB
This is a discontent from Billy’s football game. He needs to win it but the fan ran on the field to distract them from playing. The guys gets tackled and brought to jail. Now Billy can focus. he throws the ball and…..
JBOSSMANDUDEBOY
I felt discontent for the gifts I was given for my birthday and christmas. I did not feel satifaction for the gifts I recieved. They didnt fill me with the joy I was hoping.
Chloe
for christmas I was discontent with everyting that i got for christmas because there was one thing i wanted and i didn’t get it so I didn’t want anything else that i got.
H
Everyone probably has discontent for something…
Anders
Not the write background information. They are judging her before they know her . There is a girl who is getting judged before they knew her, by her face, her name, look, hair. She has know name, no hair, no words, but she has something to say.
Emily de Soyza
I hate to read it has discontent and is odd and no one knows what it means.
Brooks
Unhappy, not reaching my goal. Failure.
Cindy
It is not enough to say that Trudy was discontent with herself. She was heart-burning to the extremes, alienated from her body, mind, and soul as well. There was not a single sentence she pronounced or written that she was contented with and she was punishing herself for her own ugly, unsophisticated, mentally sluggish thoughts. She simply was not even a thousand-miles close to the person she wanted to be, no matter how hard she worked to fix the imperfections of her body, cultivate her mind, refine her worldviews and personality. She tried to be thankful for who she is and what she has, but even these efforts were pathetic little failures by her eyes. She wasn’t satisfied any features of her body, personality or skills.
One day, Trudy woke up, and she saw an entirely different person in the mirror. She was a man. Tall, dark-haired, black-eyed guy, not resembling a bit of herself or her family members.
First, s/he was extremely happy, being freed from the previous prison of a body, even the thinking was a completely different process this time.
“Yes, different,” s/he thought, “but not better, not at all.”
S/he was devastated. S/he again was examining herself closely, with particular attention to every detail. S/he did not find any detail which, at least partially, could please her.
Discontent. The crazy thing about the feeling of discontent is you’re expected to settle with it. I am not content with my life. I am not content with my job. I want more! And that’s okay. It’s okay to keep wanting the American dream, but be prepared to be discontent on the way there. Expect to work a 9-5 job that has nothing to do with what you went to school to do. Expect people to tell you that your life isn’t that bad because you have a job and a roof over your head and your lights work, even though that’s not living. That’s settling. Expect it. Being discontent has become their content. Expect that if you do anything to change the way you feel about yourself and your life, you will be steered back to your sad, discontent, pathetic, settlement of a life…it’s too dangerous…too out of the box. No one wants to see someone else step outside of the dark, discontent bubble into the unpredictable, cloudy day.
Jo'
This feeling was becoming all too familiar. I’d wake up, ready for a new day, and yet it would be the same. Discontent I’d drift through my life, failing to engage with anything around whether new or old. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it; then again, I didn’t have the motivation to change.
Hannah
I was very discontent with the letter he made me like it wasnt eaven good. It looked terrible that is why I was so discontent with it, it was just straight up terrible. It was really, really bad. just bad. And I told him to make me a new one.
sadads
discontent, years my soul, as it is simply inspiration of the contented troll, or perhaps a infrequential basic job role.
Robert Kohlhammer
The man was discontent with what he saw in front of him. As a celebration of his first day of long service leave, the man had decided to visit a popular restaurant that had been highly recommended by his best friend. Instead of seeing the delicious burger that he had expected, the man saw something with greasy bread, very under-cooked meat and floppy lettuce. He immediately went up to the counter to demand a repayment, and grew very angry when he was denied.
M.L
A look of discontent settled on Mike’s face before hanging up the phone. He spared a glance at Lennie from across the room, shaking his head. “No dice.”
“Nothing?” Lennie Briscoe, a 30 year vet of the NYPD, threw up a hand in defeat. “I’m starting to believe we’re never gonna catch this guy.”
AJ Kenobi
I cannot fathom how it works. I am here, and somewhere else, and everything grows and shrinks and I die and wake up again each morning. Everyone knows and I don’t know and I don’t KNOW and I can’t know and I can’t help. And we’re all floating on the flames and holding hands and knowing that though it’s not enough, neither are we.
Henri
The winter of our discontent was never quite made glorious summer. We made our camps and lit small fires to ward away the evil spirits. At night, we all sang songs that were meant to raise the morale of our soldiers, but in the morning, the armor remained rusty, and the swords blunt, and our confidence shredded like ice in a quick yet violent storm.
I stayed behind when the first battle started. And I stayed behind when the second ended badly as well.
Belinda Roddie
Like a shiver,
Little vibrations,
That never warms skin,
Unmet selfishness
Sits on the edge of bitten tongues
A rub of sugar unable to mask
The bitter taste on the buds
And it twists faces like sour
Burns like spicy
Stings and numbs like ice,
Melting into an empty space;
A shiver
That never warms the skin
Tongues bleed
Into cheeks
There are many times in peoples lives that they feel discontent. Whether it is with the decisions that they may have made in their life or people they have met, that have made a negative impact in their life. But it is their responsibility to move past it and grow as an individual and better their future.
I feel in it my bones. That old familiar ache. A cross I wore to splinters. Bearing my soul to listless ears. To empty hands. What I’d give for an empty mind.
Don’t Dis me because I cannot be content when I am being Dissed.
Ira Eugene
Don’t Dis me because I cannot be content when I am being Dissed.
Ira Tillotson
“I was discontent with my life before I met you. Now every day is an adventure, and I never want to go back” I said, and then, a little quieter, helplessly even, “Please don’t make me go back,”
Discontent. I don’t know why I am not happy. There’s something missing a hole. Just the last puzzle piece missing. I dropped it somewhere on the floor. I can’t find it.
I think it is like dont do somehing
the word discontent means lack of contentment; dissatisfaction with one’s circumstances.
the word discontent means lack of contentment; dissatisfaction with one’s circumstances. boo yeah.
I gave quick sigh of discontent, looking down at the unfinished patches of silk, “Screwed up once again . . ” I groan whilst pushing the ruined ‘ cloth ‘ away from me.
Discontent means a person who is not satisfied. They are not calm. Displeasure.
still not content in the thing that he made or do.
NOT happy on the thing that he or she made
Want to do something better that what he did
Discontent means to be upset, or sad. I hope to never be discontent but it will happen. I hope you get a better understanding of discontent now.
not being happy, I have no idea. sorry but this is all.ieibviebvijebviefbviefbvihefbvhefbvhfebvihebvhefbvihefbvhiefbvhfebvhefbvhjefvhfebvhefbvihefbvhfebvhefbvhefbvefhvbiefhvbihefvbihefbvhiefbvhfebvihefbvihefbvihefbvhefbvhebfvbfeihvbfeivbfehvbfeihvbfeihvbefihvbfrhhbvhbeihvbeihvbeifhvbefivbfeihvbihefvbhiefbvihefbvihfevbfehbvfhebviehfbvihfebvihefbvifbvfeihvbfehvbefihvbeifhvbfiehvbifvbifehvbiefvbiefhvbfihvbhevbihevfbihefvbihfebvihfebvhifvbhfevbhfvbihebfvihefbvihfebvihefbvihefvbhfvbhfvebhfvbhfvebehfvbiehfvbihefvbefihvevfihbevfbhiviefhbfvehbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
the opposite of contentment. the feeling that you don’t like how things turned out to you. like a gray and rainy day where things just don’t go your way. you lose a bit of hope but the next day you get up anyway and maybe it won’t be as bad as you thought and you’ll figure out the puzzle. it’s sunny and beautiful out and next time you feel like that just remember; it’s always darkest before dawn.
Discontent is a word I don’t know. I sounds important and a word a would use someday but for now I just don’t know. I sounds kind of funny or like a punishment. Maybe its a word used to descrie technology and other scince things of that nature.
My dog was discontent when I told her to stop barking.
Discontent. The feeling of emptiness. You don’t feel happy. You’re disappointed. It’s maddening. It’s frustrating. Wow, 60 seconds is far longer than I thought. Imagine looking into the eyes of your lover for 60 whole seconds. What if he looks away? That is discontent. Not content. Wanting more. Always.
One day a little girl had a pretty red pony she never named it she held it forever.
You are not happy or upset. Opposite of content.
She was feeling discontent when she got a bad grade on her test. She remained to feel that way for the rest of the day.
This is a discontent from Billy’s football game. He needs to win it but the fan ran on the field to distract them from playing. The guys gets tackled and brought to jail. Now Billy can focus. He throws the ball and….. Jimmy catches it for the win, the fan dicontented the other team and they didn’t play defense.
blah blah blah i already wrote this word down this word is boring discontent.
This is a discontent from Billy’s football game. He needs to win it but the fan ran on the field to distract them from playing. The guys gets tackled and brought to jail. Now Billy can focus. he throws the ball and…..
I felt discontent for the gifts I was given for my birthday and christmas. I did not feel satifaction for the gifts I recieved. They didnt fill me with the joy I was hoping.
for christmas I was discontent with everyting that i got for christmas because there was one thing i wanted and i didn’t get it so I didn’t want anything else that i got.
Everyone probably has discontent for something…
Not the write background information. They are judging her before they know her . There is a girl who is getting judged before they knew her, by her face, her name, look, hair. She has know name, no hair, no words, but she has something to say.
I hate to read it has discontent and is odd and no one knows what it means.
Unhappy, not reaching my goal. Failure.
It is not enough to say that Trudy was discontent with herself. She was heart-burning to the extremes, alienated from her body, mind, and soul as well. There was not a single sentence she pronounced or written that she was contented with and she was punishing herself for her own ugly, unsophisticated, mentally sluggish thoughts. She simply was not even a thousand-miles close to the person she wanted to be, no matter how hard she worked to fix the imperfections of her body, cultivate her mind, refine her worldviews and personality. She tried to be thankful for who she is and what she has, but even these efforts were pathetic little failures by her eyes. She wasn’t satisfied any features of her body, personality or skills.
One day, Trudy woke up, and she saw an entirely different person in the mirror. She was a man. Tall, dark-haired, black-eyed guy, not resembling a bit of herself or her family members.
First, s/he was extremely happy, being freed from the previous prison of a body, even the thinking was a completely different process this time.
“Yes, different,” s/he thought, “but not better, not at all.”
S/he was devastated. S/he again was examining herself closely, with particular attention to every detail. S/he did not find any detail which, at least partially, could please her.
Discontent. The crazy thing about the feeling of discontent is you’re expected to settle with it. I am not content with my life. I am not content with my job. I want more! And that’s okay. It’s okay to keep wanting the American dream, but be prepared to be discontent on the way there. Expect to work a 9-5 job that has nothing to do with what you went to school to do. Expect people to tell you that your life isn’t that bad because you have a job and a roof over your head and your lights work, even though that’s not living. That’s settling. Expect it. Being discontent has become their content. Expect that if you do anything to change the way you feel about yourself and your life, you will be steered back to your sad, discontent, pathetic, settlement of a life…it’s too dangerous…too out of the box. No one wants to see someone else step outside of the dark, discontent bubble into the unpredictable, cloudy day.
This feeling was becoming all too familiar. I’d wake up, ready for a new day, and yet it would be the same. Discontent I’d drift through my life, failing to engage with anything around whether new or old. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it; then again, I didn’t have the motivation to change.
I was very discontent with the letter he made me like it wasnt eaven good. It looked terrible that is why I was so discontent with it, it was just straight up terrible. It was really, really bad. just bad. And I told him to make me a new one.
discontent, years my soul, as it is simply inspiration of the contented troll, or perhaps a infrequential basic job role.
The man was discontent with what he saw in front of him. As a celebration of his first day of long service leave, the man had decided to visit a popular restaurant that had been highly recommended by his best friend. Instead of seeing the delicious burger that he had expected, the man saw something with greasy bread, very under-cooked meat and floppy lettuce. He immediately went up to the counter to demand a repayment, and grew very angry when he was denied.
A look of discontent settled on Mike’s face before hanging up the phone. He spared a glance at Lennie from across the room, shaking his head. “No dice.”
“Nothing?” Lennie Briscoe, a 30 year vet of the NYPD, threw up a hand in defeat. “I’m starting to believe we’re never gonna catch this guy.”
I cannot fathom how it works. I am here, and somewhere else, and everything grows and shrinks and I die and wake up again each morning. Everyone knows and I don’t know and I don’t KNOW and I can’t know and I can’t help. And we’re all floating on the flames and holding hands and knowing that though it’s not enough, neither are we.
The winter of our discontent was never quite made glorious summer. We made our camps and lit small fires to ward away the evil spirits. At night, we all sang songs that were meant to raise the morale of our soldiers, but in the morning, the armor remained rusty, and the swords blunt, and our confidence shredded like ice in a quick yet violent storm.
I stayed behind when the first battle started. And I stayed behind when the second ended badly as well.
Like a shiver,
Little vibrations,
That never warms skin,
Unmet selfishness
Sits on the edge of bitten tongues
A rub of sugar unable to mask
The bitter taste on the buds
And it twists faces like sour
Burns like spicy
Stings and numbs like ice,
Melting into an empty space;
A shiver
That never warms the skin
Tongues bleed
Into cheeks
There are many times in peoples lives that they feel discontent. Whether it is with the decisions that they may have made in their life or people they have met, that have made a negative impact in their life. But it is their responsibility to move past it and grow as an individual and better their future.
I feel in it my bones. That old familiar ache. A cross I wore to splinters. Bearing my soul to listless ears. To empty hands. What I’d give for an empty mind.
Don’t Dis me because I cannot be content when I am being Dissed.
Don’t Dis me because I cannot be content when I am being Dissed.
“I was discontent with my life before I met you. Now every day is an adventure, and I never want to go back” I said, and then, a little quieter, helplessly even, “Please don’t make me go back,”