On Taking Life for Granted...

Go for days without a drink, and you would do anything for water.
A week without food and nothing looks better than a meal.
Stay up for two days and sleep is more necessary than a million dollars.
If you hiccup or sneeze constantly for days, you pray for nothing but its end.
Whatever your ailment, you're convinced once it is fixed you will be content.
But it never happens that way.
When you're full of food and drink, well rested and healthy, you get the feeling,
"this is how it's supposed to be--finally."
What else needs to be fixed? Mulled over? Worked on?
It puts things into perspective. I wonder if what I, you--we--want most in life
will be taken for granted once it becomes part of our life.
I wonder if this aspect of human nature is really all that much of a blessing or more akin to a curse.