My life is perfect.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world, and I have the people in my life to thank for that.

I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

I’ve said that over and over throughout the last two decades. When people ask me how I’m doing, I tell them, “My life is perfect.”

That’s part my life and part my perspective, no doubt.

How could I not see myself as lucky? How could I not see my life as perfect?

Given the struggle and the strife in this world, I have so much to be thankful for. My greatest failing in life is ever losing sight of just how very fortunate I am.

If I died tomorrow, I would have lived a life the vast majority of the world could only dream of.

I’ve been to Maine Maple Sunday — many times — watching as my parents harvest what their land has to offer, and then offering it to other people.

I’ve been to the White House and shaken the President’s hand.

I’ve danced in a park in Tel Aviv as Offer Nissim — the queen — “spun” his hits. I’ve lost time in Berghain — the greatest club in the world — and discovered the wonders of techno music.

I’ve been to the Super Bowl and seen my favorite team win in impossible fashion — the Patriots’ miracle victory over the Seahawks.

I’ve seen both my brother and sister welcome children into this world. And other friends the same, witnessing their lives transform as they begin their care for another soul.

I’ve danced until dawn on the beach of Fire Island. And I’ve wandered the streets of Provincetown until dawn with this smoking hot, awesome guy who became my husband (after two years of me nagging him about it, I’ll add).

I’ve been to 41 states and two dozen countries. Some people rarely leave their home town.

I’ve had five cats — as a kid and an adult — each of whom cuddled with me, played games, lit up my life, made me feel special, like I belong.

I’ve met the best people, friends who have enriched my life, from Salt Lake City, New York, Austin, New Zealand, Amsterdam, London, Chicago, and of course the place I have come to call home, Los Angeles, amongst so many other incredible places.

I watched Breakfast At Tiffany’s in a theater. And yes, I cried in the rain.

I came out as gay at 23, and I have been able to live almost all of my adult life as an out gay man, loved by my family and friends — a true blessing. Thank god I’m gay.

I’ve gotten to experience Burning Man three times. If I had to rank my top 10 life experiences, my three trips to Burning Man would be numbers 1, 2 and 3. It’s unbelievable.

I got to win in sports. A lot. Track and field in high school, then ultimate Frisbee after graduating from college, then flag football after that. Winning sports competitions is awesome, especially when you do it with your friends. I got to win a lot, and every time someone handed me a medal or a trophy is special.

But most of all — and this is the greatest blessing of my life — I’ve had the unbelievable privilege of finding the person with whom I feel I was meant to spend my adult life. As I said in my wedding vows, I don’t think I love Dan because I’m gay, I think I’m gay because I was meant to love him. And loving Dan is the most important and valuable thing I’ve ever done.

If I die tomorrow, I hope everyone in my life would understand that I have truly lived, beyond my wildest expectations. Another 20 years or so would be nice, if only to spend more time with Dan. Here’s hoping.

Yet these 50 years, I have lived more than most. I lucked out. I got to change the world, I got to fall in love — true, deep love — I got to experience so much that life has to offer.

And I’ve gotten to eat chocolate. A lot of chocolate.

My life is perfect.