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I wrote poem some time ago and its title was "three hundred" :

We all
were born with
three hundred talents
three hundred gifts
three hundred strengths
but only
ninety nine weaknesses 

Today, I experienced a day, a bit like this. 

I woke up with quite some energy, 

said my prayers, together with my son,

then to work, everything seemed to go well.

Managed to give quite some useful service, I think.

Then at home my weakness propped up.

A quarrel. 

The problem is that very often we tend to spend so much time reminiscing on our own weaknesses and problems and not on our strengths and blessings.