But then, I started thinking of those who cannot have these pleasures. Those whose health prevents them from walking about; those who have elders or youngsters to care for; those who have other worries, financial, or emotional..... and certainly, though I counted my blessings, the joy of the moment dimmed a bit for me, as a certain "why me?" guilt showed its head.
I've been taught to think of others...so why is so hard for me to feel uncomplicated joy, without having it tinged with a little guilt? I am lucky...so why I need to feel guilty that I am not amongst those who are not so fortunate?