Wishing Well

I went to the wishing well. I tossed in a quarter.

The wishing well said, “Yes, what is it you wish?”

I said that I wanted to be okay with things as they are.

The wishing well said, “Are you sure you don’t want a Maserati?”

I said no.

The wishing well said, “How about wishing for a million dollars?”

I said no again.

The wishing well said, “I know, don’t you want all of your hair to grow back?”

I shook my head.

The wishing well said, “Okay. I grant you your wish.”

I said I felt exactly the same.

The wishing well said, “Precisely.”