Feed my Demons or Quench my Angels..

Internal satisfaction has always been a foreign feeling to me. Ever since I was a child there has been an unquenchable lust to feeling content, to be so hungry after the accomplishment of a major feat, that my eyes are only gazing at the next challenge before me. this feeling however, it eats at me. It takes bites out of my subconscious and swallows my satisfaction so I am left empty..  The majority of my time here I aimlessly seek the next challenge and fail to see the beauty that has flourished in front of me.. so what does it take to feel content? Does it take accomplishing everything I dream of? Or does it stem from me being satisfied with what I have now? This journey has no physical destination in mind, but I am hopeful that my final location will be filled with the bliss of contentedness..