I haven't needed or strongly lusted after a firearm in a long, long time. So yes, I am content with my collection, (that doesn't mean that I am past adding to it) the hobby is still fun to me. More importantly, by far, is I am content with most every other aspect of my life. If I go belly-up, tomorrow, I couldn't complain about anything; I have had a damn good run. I wonder how many billionaires feel that way?
I am not big into poetry, (at all) but there is the part of one poem that kind of sums up my feelings on general contentment.
From Thanatosis, by William Cullen Bryant:
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.