What if we were guaranteed satisfaction–by just claiming it?  Maybe we’d be angels and never have a human experience because it seems much of this earth-bound body-life is about frustration–or at least the belief in frustration.

I claim satisfaction guaranteed whenever I—

…have no expectations (thus no regrets at all).
…am in the woods, in nature, in a field.
…am with my animals.
…finish a job with people acknowledging and thanking me.
…clean the house (at least for a day)
…make dinner that turns out well
…write my feelings.

And wouldn’t it be terrific if I was really guaranteed satisfaction when I–
…ate ONE cookie or ONE potato chip or ONE soda pop
…allowed people to be just the way they are without my suggested solutions for their life
…recognized that everything I am and do in this very moment is perfect.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I recognized that there is nothing needed in order to feel satisfied.