It’s all too easy, all too often, to feel like we’re on a treadmill, sucked onto the conveyor belt of the myriad bits and pieces we need to do in work and out of work. It’s easy to get frustrated. I know I do.

But then I think about my own personal situation. I’m not one of the infinitesimally small portion that owns half the global assets in the world, not by a long chalk. But I was born into an English-speaking environment, which helps in an increasingly shrinking world.

I was also born in the second half 20th century, in an era of unprecedented technological advancement, in a country with a plentiful supply of food, drink, education and utilities, most of the time.

I live in a first world country in a particularly peaceful and settled corner of the planet, especially when you look at other less fortunate areas.

I have a job, with an income, and a roof over my family’s head that I can afford to maintain and stock every month. I can’t afford to do many of the things I want to do with my home, but then that’s like painting the Forth Bridge.

So does that put me in the top 20% of the top 20% of the top 20% of the world’s 7 billion inhabitants? Possibly. That’s a lot to be thankful and happy for.

I’m fortunate, and should be content. A lot of us are pretty fortunate, especially if we have the time and access to write or read this post.

It’s all relative, really.