Why I might be far richer than I possibly imagine?

A roof above my head and attires to shield my bareness, I lie snuggled up in my bed listening to my favourite playlist. I think of the days when I was a little girl, quite protected even by my younglings. Dreams as vast as the oceans hover above my sky, the horizon of which leads me on. The thought of basking in the sun leaves my skin bare. The tides rise to haunt me only to bring me back to reality. I shudder at this realisation. Time and again, I cleanse my vision with a few drops of eternal tears, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of love and sometimes, out of loneliness. With much efforts and understanding, weaknesses become my strengths and loneliness suddenly converts to solitude. Perhaps, I am happy from inside. I have a lovely family one can ever have and some friends worth a lifetime, a few nice acquaintances too and of course, I love my work. I don't get murky with fights nor do I get jeopardised. Maybe, I am far richer than I possibly imagine!