Discontent

For every day that passes in this momentous life of mine, do I not have good health? 

Do I not bask in the luxuries of clean water and gourmet food? 

Have my hands not found something that brings joy to my heart?

Have I not unchained myself from oppressive shackles of emotion?

Why, then, if I have nothing more I could possibly ask for in this peculiar existence, do I inundate my consciousness with discontentment?