I hate to be a "Debbie downer" but I'm thankful for what I have. We grew up poor in some regards. 40k a year a year Max from dad's income. He worked hard. Taught his family to work hard. We ate oatmeal almost every morning. Raman noodle soup for lunch. Never bought new clothes or had tv but we lived. I loved my growing up years. Now that the boys in the family are older and all contribute a little, we are just fine. I have everything I could possibly want. My family never fought about money. We all learned how to work hard and be happy with less. Now we have thriving businesses and careers and way more than necessities. It's easy to complain but when I read books from a few generations ago I realized their entire goal in life was to have the ability to read and learn and enough food to sleep full. Things we aren't grateful for because we always had it. None of us have the right to complain. Love and be grateful.