I have everything I need.

The list of what would be enough has a habit of updating itself without telling you. The salary that looked like solid ground five years ago is now just the number you live on. The flat you were desperate to get into is the flat you complain about.

This is not a character flaw. It is how attention behaves — whatever is secured stops being visible, and the eye moves along to the next gap.

Which makes noticing an active job rather than a feeling that arrives on its own. Somebody once wanted precisely what you have. Fairly recently, it was you.