Being here, now

There are times in life when things click neatly into place, sure signs that I'm on the right path - my right path.
A place to live, a job, a car bought from a friend.
I discover that my needs are simple: shelter, an income, a means of getting around.  I also discover that it doesn't much matter where I live, as long as it's warm and dry.  It doesn't much matter what car I drive, as long as it goes.  It doesn't matter what I do for a job, as long as I do it with my whole being, and as long as doing it doesn't cause harm.