The paradox of our existence is that we are all spirits in the material world where reality without dreams is just somebody's nightmare and dreams without reality are someone else's fantasy. Its impossible to be discontent without also being content with our discontent or, conversely, to be content without also being discontent with something. They are like up and down, back and front, left and right which display magnitudes and juxtapositions rather than metaphysical limitations. Hence, the reason we are not all enlightened beings or completely lost in our own little worlds of desire. You can cultivate contentment, but never quite eliminate desires and vice versa because it is not so much an issue of cravings as it is one of authenticity and personal integrity. When we no longer make distinctions between who we are and what we are doing we become poetry in motion no longer making distinctions between what we want and what we are content with.