why are we never content?

I'm pretty sure most of you have asked this question once or twice or maybe a million times in your life, depending on the age. I'm probably at about a hundred thousand now considering my age.

So again, why are we never content? Why do we keep wanting something on the other side of the fence and then when we get to the other side of the face, we suddenly realize that we were just peachy being on the other side? Did I make sense?

I used to have a job where I barely do nothing and I kept complaining and saying that I wanted to have more to do. I kept wanting to have lots of workload to keep me busy. So I wished for it. Now I got it. And I realize that okay, maybe being relaxed at work was not a bad thing after all.

I am so busy with stuff at work now I barely have time for anything else. Proof? I have 6 new magazines that I haven't read yet and I got them last Monday. It's Friday now and they are still in pristine condition.

Another is I received a parcel notice from the post office and usually I would be hauling my fat you know what ASAP but now, I can't make the time. Huhuhu.

Sigh. Why are we never content? Tell me, why?