I have the most awesome life ever, there are very few things I’d change. Wonderful marriage, great house in a terrific area, tons of free time, and plenty of money. Life is good here.
I don’t know; you do have Shredder Guy to contend with…
Oh heck yeah… I should be a movie!
I feel grateful every day that I have a job.
I’m healthy too! Also, I have a cat that loves me. I’m pretty happy.
I feel like I’ve got it quite good, thank you very much! I’ve got a kid that I love more than I can put into words - something I’d waited decades for, and has turned out to be a far greater joy than I’d ever anticipated. My wife and I have jobs that we like and that challenge us, we’ve got enough money to be comfortable in the present and secure with respect to the future.
There are some things that aren’t so great: my wife’s family are all in poor health and she has to worry about them constantly; her job, while one that she doesn’t want to leave because she likes the people and the work, is throwing an overwhelming amount of work at her these days, and is creating a lot of stress in her life; and raising a young child leaves us far less free time than we need just to take care of things that really have to be done.
But I wouldn’t trade my life for anything. Not all the details are perfect, but at a fundamental level, I’m finally in the life I wanted to be in. It’s been a long trip, but I’m home.
I was born a white male in the United States at the end of the 20th century. Of course I have it good.
Yeah, too good. glances around nervously
Even though like everyone else I have moments where I feel down and even feel sorry for myself, yes in many ways I am incredibly fortunate.
Sometimes I get a little sad about the fact that my parents died young and sometimes I get stressed out over my SO’s job situation, but my job is very stable and I get paid a decent amount for doing work that is fulfilling and interesting. I am fortunate to be in good health mentally and physically. I have a nice home in a nice neighborhood. I have some good friends and a good SO. Life’s been good to me and I feel blessed!
I live right above the poverty line, and financially I am nowhere near where I should be given my education, my age, etc. I’ve made some bad decisions here and there, and they’re still affecting me.
And I don’t care.
I have everything I need. I have no drug or alcohol problems, I am faithful to my wife, I have great relationships with friends and family. The best things in life really are free.
Sure, I’d love to have a lot of extra things. But they’re just things.
I’m not allergic to cats. Life is good with kitties to keep you company.
Yes.
Yep I’ve got it pretty good. I absolutely love my job, and my hobbies. I have a whole shit-load of dear friends. Someday I suppose I’ll have some romantic love too, but no hurry for now.
I’d have it good if some of these people with too-large incomes sent me a minor monthly subsidy. 
Yes. I’m wrapping up a 5.5 month paternity leave, much of which was unpaid, and my wife and I still have money in the bank-- even after losing our small business earlier this year. The fact that I was able to spend 5.5 months at home with my wife and two kids, travel to visit all of our parents, have a car, a home and plenty of “extras,” plus have a good-paying job to return to in a couple weeks-- we’re blessed beyond belief.
Plus I have a case of Labatt Blue in the college boy out in the garage, so I got that going for me too. I got it good. Better than I would have thought 10 years ago in my mid 20s.
I feel like I’m often on the precipice of financial ruin, but even if that happened, I’d still have it better than most of the world’s population.
I hardly ever complain, it’s not healthy.
It makes me happy to read this thread.
I was thinking about the whole money situation today, and you know what? If I could fit in a third job, and I got one at my local bagel place, I could have a little extra money PLUS all the bagels we could eat.
Aaaahhhhh…then life would be BEYOND good. Good life + bagels = heaven on earth.
Despite it all, I have a good life.
I just try not to think of the “all” and focus on the things that are going well.
Last night I felt really bad after yoga. I had tears in my eyes as I was rolling up my mat, thinking to myself that I really should stop doing something that makes me feel so bad. It took me a long time to get to my car because my legs went all Tin Man on me. People on the street asked if I was alright and I just smiled and said yes as I slithered along. I vowed I would stop doing yoga. Yoga is for normal people. Not me.
But then I woke up and felt fine.
I’ve got everything I want and need.
I’ve got a job I’m good at and it seems secure.
I’ve got people who love me and the feeling is mutual.
I have two cats that at least tolerate me.
So what if I become the Tin Man sometimes? It doesn’t keep me from walking 7 miles a day. It just makes me look strange. Who am I trying to impress?
So what if I can’t do the standing poses in yoga without falling? I will just practice as much as I can and try to do my best. Some people can’t do yoga because they have no arms or legs. And I’m crying because I can’t be as elegant as everyone else in the room? What a dummy!
My life is damn good, I’m a very lucky person, and I wouldn’t change anything in the world.
Yes. I know this answer may come as a shock to some who have taken my posts here as nothing more than entitled whining and complaining about how shitty the world is for people in wheelchairs. But I mean this. Despite the ever-present wall of ignorance/discrimination and just plain stupidity that I deal with everyday, I would never trade places with anyone. It may be hard to live in a world which isn’t meant for wheelchairs but I live each day in that world as person I was raised to be. It makes all the bumps in the road hurt a little bit more but it makes all the loves and laughter warm me in a way that makes every bit of turmoil ok.
Sometimes I lay in my cushy bed, where I can see out the bedroom windows and see the tops of the trees in the courtyard and the full moon in a clear sky, with the windows all open and a breeze on my face, and my kitties following me into bed, one snuggling into an armpit for snuggles and sleep, my teeth are clean, hair and body clean, we are all healthy, I’m not hungry or thirsty, I’m so content just lying there, breathing and drifting away to sleepyland.
Other times, I’ll be just hanging around the house, sitting on the couch, sipping on a freshly made cup of coffee, noshing on a freshly popped bowl of popcorn, watching a movie or surfing the Dope from my interwebs-connected entertainment center. I’ll look around and realize my contentment, and wonder how many other people feel contented in this way, at this moment, or ever? I feel lucky and privileged to be alive right now, in this day and age, and on this continent.
Sometimes those moments are fleeting, but at least I have them. That’s more than millions of people can say. Yep, I feel like I have it pretty good.
Hell, yes- never had it so good.