I tried today to count my blessings - and boy! are they bountiful? I have the most wonderful wife in the world - she is the reason for my happiness, the one that I would trust my life with. My daughter's toothless smile can melt away the most cynical thought in my mind and make me light hearted in an instant. My parents' love gives me the courage to follow my convictions. I live in a country that throws up immense opportunities for new ventures. My true friends don't really care about the size of my car or the favours I can bestow. My education allows me to read and understand books that broaden my horizons.
I read today about a billionaire who has sold off his mansion and his limousines, and now lives in hotels and gives away his wealth in charity. The guy has no family to leave his money to. Thinking about this gentleman, I felt as if I was so much better off than he.
In the end, the core of my happiness consists of very few material pleasures and a lot of non-material pleasures. By worrying about the former, I run the risk of missing out on the latter, and turning into an ungrateful being. I hope I can re-capture the emotion of this post whenever I fret and fume about trivialities!