Most times I am content with passing the days. Depression can be painful at times, I wonder, those that always appear to be happy, are they truly happy or just better at suppressing? I look at children's pictures and see the joy and innocence in their faces and try to remember those times. When was the last time I or any adult had that feeling or is losing that happiness just growing up? Once you experience the pain, the loss, the hardships are you able to maintain the positive? I am guilty of being envious of that happiness and have a difficult time not being bitter. I do enjoy hearing about your accomplishments and try to be supportive but may not be compassionate when you have what I consider trivial complaints. Yes, it is bad to experience flight delays, get caught in traffic, have a bad waiter or waitress, have your boss be a j***, a rude comment made toward you but in the grand scheme of things, these are minor inconveniences when compared to the loss of your parents, spouse, children, ability to provide food and housing for your family.