I will admit that there are times I succumb to self-pity or bemoan my lot in life. On more than one occasion, I have railed at the heavens for some perceived injustice, annoyance, or mishap. I have felt aggrieved at Fate’s toying with me like a cat with a rodent (or an investment broker with a Ponzi scheme). I have questioned why I must suffer so. Why me? What did I do to deserve this leaky faucet, hairball on the stairs, wilting tomato plant, flat tire, chipped glass, overcharge, snotty attitude, broken appointment, etc., etc.?
In addition to opposable thumbs, one of the benefits of being human is having the capacity to reflect on one’s own existence and mortality. Sometimes, I just wish I had the thumbs. (When opening a jar of pickles, they come in quite handy.) Self-reflection is a double-edged sword, and I’m always nicking myself. It helps to have a sense of humor and sense of perspective. I try to maintain both. Some days are more successful than others.
Today, I am soberly reminded that I truly have little to complain about: