Happiness
I once asked myself
what the meaning of life was.
It was a rhetorical question
which caused me to realize
what I wanted in life.
Why have wealth
if you can't enjoy it?
Why be a success
if it is a drag?
Why have your health
if you're ungrateful?
To be happy with what is set
is to not dwell on the objects
you cannot have.
There is no jealousy.
There is no envy,
there is no resentment.
There is only contentment.
If it could only be a world
where motivations
are other than greed and self interest.