What do you like about your life?

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I do physics sims in my basement with old computers, daytrade and profit, sleep through work and still out program most of my coworkers, I'm strong as hell and I'm a good shot. That's cool I guess.
 
Depends on the day I suppose, maybe that's a bad thing I don't know. I woke up today, I guess that's good. I suppose the proper answer from me should be my faith, and that's true, it absolutely is something I love about my life, something I can't fathom living without. I'd have been an obituary a long time ago if I hadn't. But sometimes it calls me to brood when I think it should call for joy. I've lived through some shit, even as young as I am, granted most of it was my own fault as well, when is it never, right? I just think about how bad some of my days have been and yet I have something to live for, something I can't really explain, something beyond. I just don't understand how some people go through life without that, or at the very least something resembling that, but I guess that's just something tied to the very concept of life itself. Maybe its innately related to God's grace, I can't really claim to know. Sometimes, like today, the "malaise" will just hit me. I haven't really had anything to be sad or worry about, at least not anything like life threating like basic needs or anything. I suppose some mundane human shit or things that are entirely out of my control but that's part and parcel with being one I guess. I suppose I've also been really apathetic in life recently, and even though I know that time should hopefully come to a close soon I can't help but still feel it, y'know? It sounds stupid to say but not caring at all and doing nothing feels more straining than if I had. I guess I could just "start caring" but faking has never been something I've been good at, "if its not fun, why bother?" I thought this today that one of the reasons really keeping me from killing myself, beyond the many other numerous ones, is how much of a miracle it is I'm even here, and I don't mean that just in a cosmic sort of way I mean I literally came out of the womb almost suffocated to death. I don't know why that hadn't hit me until today. To stop power leveling and answer the question, I could, and really should, make a list a hundred miles long because that's where I belong I know I have that many things I like about it. I like my cat, she's a dick but I still like her.
 
My husband built me a house with his own hands. I mean, he didn't know he was building it for me. I am a cat after all. We tend to just show up when people are making a home.
It is a nice place to have kittens.
 
I have someone who is a better person than me in every measurable way that loves me. I'm still trying to figure out why, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
 
I can't stop with learning a new art medium or trade skill. I will keep going until I master something new or innovate and evolve a previous skill with a newer one. I also like to share my knowledge with those closest to me by teaching them the steps etc.
 
I managed to hit the lottery in finding a woman who's issues mesh well with mine and puts up with my bullshit.
I was able to make a pretty solid blue collar and white collar work history behind me, even if it was all ground level.
My family, despite me having some serious differences in religion and politics, is tight and we're there for each other.
Ygolonac said:
I think having indoor plumbing with a toilet and hot shower and also a nice bed and a refrigerator for cold drinks if a luxury very few people in history have ever had and I do my best not to take these comforts for granted.
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This too.
 
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