Just because I've long accepted my chronic illnesses doesn't mean I don't periodically wish for more.
I've accepted who I am and feel well adjusted to my reality. My limitations. The fact that I can, in theory, do whatever I want but may be in great pain while doing it, pay for it greatly later, or completely peter out while in the middle of it. I am still a loving, kind person who volunteers, helps friends, who is optimistic in light of many personal roadblocks.
But I'd be lying if I didn't voice the other side of it. The feelings of raging jealousy at those who can do the things I'd love to do.