Fulfillment varies depending on one’s age. For an infant, success is definable as finally learning to stand on one’s feet, taking his first baby steps. Later on, at age of five, an accomplishment is marked by the ability to read and to write. As he progresses and becomes a teenager, it may be a diploma in middle school, and as a graduate, a job perhaps. Several years later, that person who is now a firmly established businessman would then find happiness engaging in a relationship. At a certain point in his life, getting married would be the turning point in which he’ll dwell in contentment had the relationship been given ample time to mature, rendering it unbreakable. It doesn't stop there. It never does - having his own children, watching the playoffs with his son, chasing the guys hitting on her daughter, and growing old with his lovely wife. These things, material or not, mark the moments in which one would utter the words ‘I did it’ unto himself.
               However, running a reality check tells us that to live doesn't necessarily mean to keep gaining.
               Once in a while, we take hits. A sense of completion, more often than not, is achievable at a cost. Just as boiling an egg requires patience, so does reaching our goals. Good grades take dedication as a masterpiece becomes such with inspiration. Landing a career is a benefit of years of unfaltering hard work, making your way up one step at a time, putting yourself to the task, knowing your priorities and learning how to sacrifice. Be it part of your allowance for a new set of shoes or part of your free time spent to study in advance so as to avoid cramming in the future, everything, unless given free for taking, comes at a price.
               Notice how a Matryoshka doll is layered. To reach the core, an outer shell needs to be removed, exposing the next until the innermost doll, its very soul, is all that remains. Each loss and gain, sorrow and happiness, defeat and victory is represented by the outer layers that house the centerpiece.Â
               It is normal for a kid to desire every toy he sees in the shelves of a department store. It is common for a fashion trendy person to be seen eyeing designer clothes, and while it is inappropriate, a glutton will want more food in his belly even when he is already about to burst. These things, the material ones, are best symbolized by the outermost layer. Observe how it is the biggest among all the other dolls. Dismantling it will bring us closer towards the center, but in order to do so, one must first open the visible doll to reveal the next.Â
               Matryoshka dolls, or commonly known as nested dolls, are traditionally composed of at least five layers. But the number of shells depends upon the craftsman. It can be dozens or more, just as it is up to an individual if his possessions can provide him with contentment. Fame, wealth, and other worldly desires – all these are the embodied by the outer layers, the arrangement of which relies on how significant one is to the next. Â
               As we go deeper down the rabbit hole, we bring with us what we need and shed what are useless, lessons instilled in us along the way. Sometimes, we even take risks for the promise of a greater reward. We stumble and fall. We rise. We weigh our choices and pick what we think will elevate us to a higher platform.
               Our daily life experiences will one day be reflected upon. The moment we remove all these layers, the second we break free from every shell is the time when we look back and watch how everything else matters very little compared to what you’re left with. The instant when we have eliminated our fascination of perishable wants is the stage when we break free of the chains of discontentment. Once we rid ourselves of the things that drive us to thirst for more, once we have safely climbed crossed the narrow mountainside by dropping excess weight, we become and see ourselves – our true selves.Â
               Similar to a nested doll, I’m layers off before I discover my true self, but I’m on my way there.
               We all are.
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