I find myself wondering that. Have I had a good life? I guess I'm reminded of a kind of horrific thing that happened in WW2 -- the Nazis made people choose between people they knew who would live and who would die. Such a cruel choice -- I don't have any idea how I could choose between my 'animal kids', Beefalo and Wally, who would die, much less actual humans. And yet, if the alternative would be to have everyone die, a choice needs to be made. So, if I were grouped with a bunch of people, would I sacrifice myself so that noone else would need to make that choice? Have I lived a good life? Will I likely have fulfillment in the future? What do I have that I consider important?

• I have a good job, doing things that are important and interesting
• I'm on track to improve myself with education and hopefully eventually a PhD, which should lead to a career's worth of academic research in a field I love
• I presently have no SO, and am only starting to make friends, both at least partially because I'm shy. This is hard for me to deal with.
• I'm living in a really nice city. Pittsburgh is very pretty, and, unlike Columbus, seems to have a lot more variety in who's around. I love that there are people from all over Europe that drift through here

That really didn't help, and there are lots of other little things. Oh well. Jury's hung :)

My feet have been hurting recently because of all they've been put through. It's just general soreness though, no particular areas. Still, it's a lot of fun to walk around squirrel hill, or to work. Hey! What's that smell ... I'm smelling some good cooking. Hmm.. Must be the neighbors. It's awoken my stomach, so I guess I'd better go make myself something too :) Maybe I'll try the Palek Paneer in a box that I got a few days ago.

Bye