WHY AM I LIKE ME?

I think I finally figured it out.

I've asked myself for years why I am like I am. Why I feel the pain of others so deeply, why I am disappointed with humanity on so many levels, and and why I want to try and help everyone find their happy place if they can't on their own.

I feel like I have enough.

Enough luck, enough joy, enough life, that I can't ask or expect more.

In the past, I have accepted the difficulties and bad luck as hardships that humanity shares, and since I can take it better than most, it's OK that I get a bigger share. There's only so much awfulness that can exist and if I can take some of someone else's, we are all better for it.

As illogical as that sounds, it makes sense to me. It also makes it easier to handle something not-so-great coming my way. We all have our limit to what we can manage, and without the responsibilities of a significant other or children, life is way less complicated and easier to absorb a challenge or two. And I get more sleep.

Not only that, but it's a happier way to live since I am not constantly asking, “why me?” when an unforeseen situation appears. I may ask myself how in the world will I keep a smile on my face while conquering this dilemma, but I can, more times than not. If you see me and I'm looking happy, you know I succeeded

Sound reasonable, or delusional????