I remember, years ago, I was going out with the wonderful woman, and I just felt like The luckiest bastard in the world! I felt like God had got my folder mixed up with someone else's and I was living in this extra good life that belonged to someone else...
In time, as it happened, God found out and put things right - much to my distress at the time - (and it couldn't have been because I was a prat, I deny that completely!), and it was gone.
And so now, every now and then, when I feel sorry for myself, I just remember how "sweet" (to quote Cartman) I had it once.
Only it's happened more than once, so I guess I just have to stop feeling sorry for myself altogether.