I’m a Fortunate Man

by james mathias / 2009 / personal

Sometimes I feel alone and cut off and weak. Though I am not. I have a family, good family and friends, good friends.

I am a fortunate man.

I get paid to do something I’m great at, and that I truly love. I have three young boys that love me and look up to me and hug me just when I need it most. I have a wife, that not only puts up with my crap, but makes sure I always feel loved, somewhere safe to come back to, an unconditional friend to talk to. She’ll hold me when I’m down, She’ll pick me up when I fall. But, most importantly she’s still there even when I don’t need her at all.

I’ve got friends, true blue friends that care for me, people who see past my enormous flaws and let me into their lives even when I can be unbearable and flighty and downright cruel. Friends that understand me, and let me be me.

I’ve got a nice affordable place to live, in a nice quiet area close to work and friends. I’ve got a reliable comfortable car to drive and enough money to survive.

I am a fortunate man. I truly need for little and want for less.

I have dreams, aspirations and goals, everyone does, but when I sit back and really think about it…

I am a fortunate man.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

Kurt Vonnegut circa 1961