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Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:04 am
Tonight I leaned back in my chair, sipped a Yuengling Black & Tan from a tall frosty mug that has my name engraved on it, and thought about how fortunate I am.
I'm surrounded by great friends and close family, I don't worry about money, I have tons of freedom, and I have just enough stuff to keep myself amused. I feel well-liked and respected by my peers. I live in one of the safest zip codes in the country. I've never had to fight in a war. I've never been a victim of violent crime. I don't have significant debt. I don't even hate my ex-girlfriends.
I'm not rich. I'm missing most of hair on my head. My left knee could use some work. However, my teeth are straight and clean, I'm healthy, I haven't lost any limbs or appendages, and all five of my senses are fully in tact.
As terrible as life can be for some -- war, famine, genocide, torture, disease -- I think most of us can find a reason to be quite satisfied. It is, in part, about having plenty but also letting go of things that cause mental anguish -- fear, envy, bitterness, addiction.
[Have I become a suburban hippie?]