maybe that is the secret of life. it isn't about getting to a point where everything is good, but getting zen with the balances of good and bad. having faith that it will all equal out.
hell, as long as i have a home i'm happy. for all my whining. i really am. there is nothing more i need in my life. except maybe a laptop. but no, that is a want and a selfish one at that. all i need i have. food, shelter, love, insurance coverage. and the perks of the cats and special little things that happen to go really right every so often. for all my complaining, i really don't have anything to complain about.