luckless luck

most mornings i wake up and make a point of reminding myself of how lucky i am. i don't live in a war-torn, famine- or illness-ravaged country. the government, while corrupt etc, is kind of doing its thing and not forcing me to think this or that. i am healthy, have a reasonably good job, a place to live, a loving and caring family and some very good friends. so i know that compared to, let's face it, most people on this planet, i am incredibly lucky. but right now, the only thing i really want seems to be the only thing i can't get. someone to love me. and it's just starting to really wear me down.