What do I have to complain about?

I mean really?

I'm successful by most measures. I have a lovely wife and loving son. I make good money (in the grand scale of things). I'm well fed, well clothed and I have a warm bed to sleep in at night.

I just feel... like my effort in life isn't adding up to anything.

Work takes me away from my family more than I would like. I can't be everything I want to be for my family.

I can't get enough done at work to satisfy my inner geek. And working my butt off to make someone else rich (while not getting rich myself) is really starting to rub me the wrong way.

Anyway, that's my opening rant. I'm sure I'll complain more about a lot more stuff as time goes on.