Early this year I had the biggest, and most drawn out, health scare of my life. At the time it looked strongly like I had MS, and not only that but my condition was going downhill rapidly over the course of a few months before I finally solved the issue myself (thanks NHS, not).
But anyway, the reason I reflect on this now is because back then, I was so desperate just to feel OK. And now, back in full health, I find myself getting wound up about daft things. When I was ill, I remember how utterly tedious the worries and complaints of most people seemed. While I know everything is relative to your circumstances, and in some ways you could say some stuff is worth worrying over. But I'm giving myself a shake and reminding myself how back then all I wanted was to be OK to live each day and now I am. If you have this too, you have everything.