To be certain,
not everything in my world is perfect.
Not even close.
Yet, I have no desire
to look over the list
of things that need improving.
I think it's a long list.
But, shits are no longer given for that list.
I may even dare to shred it.
At the very least, I will dance on it
or use it to light a fire.
There is no room right now to be
unhappy or anything less than satisfied.
Everything I need is at hand,
whether I can see it or not.
Happiness makes needful things visible.
I choose to be happy.