amiga13
Senior Member
After a lifetime of working hard, there are moments I feel guilty because life is now so easy. For the first time ever, I have free time and flexibility and enough money. I have friends and family who love me, yet I have plenty of the alone time I’ve come to crave. I’m mostly healthy, healthy enough for 4-5 mile daily walks. I love my town and I love my condo—sometimes I feel like I’ve returned to the best of dorm life with friendly but unintrusive neighbors. Every day I count my blessings.
Yet on my walks, I see homeless people and think, There, but for the grace of God, go I. I really do appreciate my life, know I worked hard to get here, and try to do for others, but occasionally I feel guilty for this largesse of happiness.
Am I crazy? Do you ever feel guilty for this daily joy?
Yet on my walks, I see homeless people and think, There, but for the grace of God, go I. I really do appreciate my life, know I worked hard to get here, and try to do for others, but occasionally I feel guilty for this largesse of happiness.
Am I crazy? Do you ever feel guilty for this daily joy?