Riches are not from abundance of worldly goods, but from a contented mind. Every time we cannot get what we like, let us like what we can get.
It's pretty hard for anyone to get to a clearer conclusion of the obvious meaning of life, somehow life remains elusive as well as death is a camouflage lurking eminently in the shadows next door with imminent heart beats. Our unconsciousness accidentally might have wiped us into existence, though we take life a step at a time, surely we can live it satisfactorily a little more longer. If all states and conditions are transitorily lived then compromisingly altering our live styles could help cheat on the cycle of doom. The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach.