Oh Happy Day

I was walking to the caf today and a thought struck me, "I should be happy because I am blessed." It made me feel very guilt for being depressed and/or unhappy because I have been blessed so many times. I felt a bit ashamed over my selfishness. I mean, happiness is a choice, how dare I constantly dwell on things that don't matter. I have a lot of growing to still do.
Yesterday I was thinking and I am glad to say that I think I wouldn't care if I lost everything. Not to say that I would like it, but I know that I could deal with it. I mean, I lost everything before: family, friends, my possessions. I guess that it doesn't really matter to me. Not to say I don't like what I have, or that I don't want more, but I feel like I would be fine if I lost everything again. Odd thought to have, no?