What necessitates a new life?

I ask - for it is what I ardently desire, most of all, but has yet to attain. I came here, in this great city, in prospect of one, and in the beginning was convinced that this is where I want to seek employment and spend few years of my future merely because I have grown tired of my old town and my old life. And I didn't care of the possibility or the inevitability of feeling despondent at times, or of being homesick, or of feeling isolated, for I will have then my freedom, and in that a sense of new life. But, like everything else, wherever I go, whatever I do, I grow tired of it all rather easily.

Or is it merely the presence of inactivity of which I'm currently shackled and chained to?

Or is it I'm inanely prone to discontent?

Yet, my soul seeks change. But change, I think, is something someone of my social order couldn't afford. I had my hair trimmed quite recently, for thirty pesos, because I want to see someone else who looks different staring at me from the mirror, thus also a sense of change. But that's all I can afford. I still wear the same plain white t-shirts, I still own only two pairs of shorts, and an old battered cellphone, and two pairs of worn-out jeans, the same tired eyes stare back at me, and I still look as bland as an unpainted concrete wall. I am like a snake who wishes to shed his skin but cannot.

So I'm stranded with what I always have been.

But is it new clothes, new looks, new things, or new activities that comprises new life? New loves, new passions, new friends, or new surroundings?

Or is it just just being... content?

But what is contentment?