at least one

We all do this. We get what we want. The job, the friends, the house, the boyfriend, the family or even the "perfect" red jacket.

Then we question it.

Is this really what I want?

Over and over. We’re never satisfied.

Cursed humans. [And I say cursed as cur-said not cur-sed. Because it just gives it the meaning I’m really trying to give it. Webster excepts both pronunciations]

Anyway..

Currently I’m satisfied with at least one. Even if it’s satisfaction amongst the smiles and the angry eyes. And I’m not sure how that can be, but I’m going to do my best not to question it.