If not what gives me joy,
When I've trained myself to embrace with love,
Ev'rything I employ?
From lying here in this hammock writing,
Unload the dishwasher,
Help others with project management woes,
To living precar'ously and unsure,
Is this not what's taught to monks and the poor?
Be happy what you've got,
If all lived such, many would die hungry,
But sad, they would be not.
So, I'll count three,
Then we will all agree,
This world is perfect in every way,
And all are as happy as they can be.
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