I know I am blessed. I have a wonderful partner, I enjoy my work, I have a place to live, and my bills are paid. I am also blessed with a fairly even temperament. As my mother said, when I was a baby, I woke up smiling and went to bed smiling. I just find it an easy to approach life like that and luckily nobody seems to mind that. Yes I get angry rarely, but Others though do have a reason for anger. They face oppression. They are worried about their jobs and economy. Their lives are tested by addictions, infidelity, extreme poverty. I am sure I would be angrier if I was to live in their shoes. Having been born to a white, middle class family in a country like Canada I know I am blessed. If I had been born in the slums of Detroit or working in a sweat shop in Vietnam, or starving in Eritrea, I might have a reason to be angry.