Yes, my life is indeed pretty great. That's the problem.

"What are you complaining about, your life is pretty great!"

You bet my life is great. But my life is great at the expense of people less fortunate. My life is great because I was lucky enough to be born where I was born and to whom. My life is great because I'm a white man and the system has given me too many advantages to count. My life is great because of the artificially low prices arranged for us by multinational corporate interests exploiting poverty in developing countries. I know that my clothing is affordable because it is made by children, slaves, and indentured servants. I acknowledge that my food is inexpensive because it is picked by exploited migrant labor. My life is great because of the countless Americans who came before me to fight for socialism-- the 40-hour work week, overtime pay, safe working conditions, and more. I am very aware that my life is great because of the men and women who fought, bled, and died to end tyranny and protect us from fascism. So, yes-- I am acutely aware that my life is great. But most importantly, I am aware why my life is great.