Content
I am content.
I have legs, arms, a neck, fingers, eyelashes, hair and they all work just fine.
I am also sick, but it doesn’t bother me that much on a day like today
Because even though it’s raining I know somewhere in the world is some sunlight.
I also know that so many people have it worse, so why be unhappy even when I feel like I should be, because everyone has the right to be unhappy if they want to be.
I am content with my slightly pudgy body who’s insides glow like glitter on a mothers day card. I can do better but maybe I don’t need to. I feel just fine because all of me is working well. Except for my nose, she keeps running away.
I’ll catch her soon and when I do we’ll have a party and drink more fluids than I ever have before.
So while I’m here, thank you God, and Buddah and Allah because you made the world what it is and I’m so glad to be here. Thank you mom and dad for not abandoning me and helping me grow up big and strong.
I am quite content.
