In passing, I am often greeted with “Hi. How are you?” and I respond with “Fine.” I answer this way many times as this question is, more often than not, simply a casual social exchange and nothing more. However, right now I would answer, “I am blessed.” I hope that you too can answer this way, particularly after reading the poem below entitled "The Guest House" By Rumi.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.