Word play?

Just another spring Friday, another lazy afternoon coffee or two, gale force winds outside the café but only the sunshine peering through the glass washing up on my back. And the conversation steers to contentment; and why not? Isn’t it these small things, these small moments that define it? But peace of mind, now that is a whole new place to visit. Or so I think.
Are content people at peace with themselves? And are people who are at peace with themselves likely to be content? I think peace of mind is quite separate from contentment. Having peace of mind involves knowing your strengths, using them to improve yourself, surroundings and in general making a dent in the world perhaps. It is also knowing and working with your limitations to minimise their shortfalls. Contentment is being content with both. Not necessarily the same.
I do not understand the motivations of content people, but I see the beauty in being at peace with yourself. People who are content don’t get bothered by injustice, people who are content don’t see the place for change, people who are content don’t see opportunities aplenty. But people who are at peace with themselves know how to choose their battles, they know and understand the motivations to fight them, they take a stance because they are not fighting internal wars. They don’t let their fire burn them. They are at peace with themselves so they can look outwards and question, or appreciate or even; if luxury would have it theorise, improvise and invent. These luxuries are the cornerstones of progress. Contentment is based on this very progress.