I’m grateful for my incredibly good health. I often forget to appreciate it.
Yes, I’ve worked at it. I wake up between 4:45 and 5:15 every morning to workout. I eat well. I watch my weight. I don’t do drugs. I rarely drink alcohol. I don’t smoke. My idea of fun is usually human- and brain-powered. And I’ve had a lifestyle like this pretty much for ever, barring a few years of comparative decadence spread over my lifetime. I will note, however, that I don’t get enough sleep.
My main resource and “wealth” is my health and my willingness to work hard at pursuits I find rewarding. “Reward,” here, doesn’t mean money. I try to use my health and work ethic to bring happiness to those who are less fortunate. I hope that makes the world a better, friendlier place.
Evidence of a friendly universe: my good health. I hope others benefit from it too. (I find myself wondering why I feel that way. Why should I care if others benefit from it? I suppose that I’d feel parsimonious to have so much of this sort of wealth and not share it with those who have very little.)
Q