Helpless Joy

Why is my life so bright and beautiful?
I walk alone this cheerful morning,
As I am reflecting in my mind.
I know so many people with so many troubles.
I look around at my life and it seems,
As if it were filled with golden beams.
Why is my life perfect,
And those in my world struggling to live theirs?
I feel like a hypocrite being so happy and content.
May be the good Lord doesn't think,
That I can handle the stress and the pain.
Or maybe He loves me in some miraculous way.
He shelters me, hides me, and protects me.
In this way shows His love for me.
It's not that I am complaining.
I just feel so helpless.