Searching for Clouds

Clear morning, sun shining on the window of the house opposite. Tremendous glare, unable to stare at it, makes spots appear in front of my eyes. At 46, happily married, living in a comfortable house, I really have nothing to complain about. All the basic requirements for living a pain free life are basically now in place. We have no children so that means we can sleep as much as we like in the mornings if we have no work to go to. In the evenings we can eat good food and enjoy a drink or two before our meal. It would simply be impossible for me to complain about any of this when so many countless millions of people on this planet can only dream of leading such an easy life. There are clouds on the horizon of course, that is inevitable and goes with the inescapable unsatisfactoriness of existence. I worry for example over how selfish I now must have become, how anything which comes along and possibly disturbs things would be most unwelcome. And if that were to happen I know that I would receive little sympathy from others, because I have had a pretty good deal for a number of years now, and that human nature being what it is, some people might actually feel a sense of satisfaction if all of a sudden problems came along for me.