Someone once related a story to me regarding a memorable highlight of their oblivious youth. Oblivious because what they perceived as the highlight, was in fact one of the most stressful periods of their parents life. It was the 1950's, a time of widespread decline throughout Africa. Having lost his job, the father was forced to sell the family home. With nothing left but car and caravan, and no choice but to travel the country in search of livelihood, daily necessities soon became more a prayer than an expectation. Yet the parents worries were their own. For the two sons, life had become an adventure, a seemingly endless holiday, travelling by caravan no less. Schooling was on hold, playtime was plentiful. Therefore, with food and clothing these two boys were content. Doesn't perspective change everything, not least of all our experience of contentment. Discontent is a common sensation, regardless of age, gender, or income. But it...