I can't complain.

I won't deny things are difficult. But things slowly improve.

For example: my son has grown a full set of eight magnificent teeth. If you could only see the sheer unadulterated joy on his face when he bites someone, you'd plainly see life is packed with brilliance and beauty.

When you've got teeth that you can use to bite people, what do you have to complain about, really?

Life is fantastic. Go bite somebody.