Everyday invites you to find your place in the sun.

Ilya Shapiro landed on his feet in a better place. His critics at Georgetown Law, maybe not so much.

I was out for my morning bicycle ride this week when an old Pablo Cruise song, A place in the sun, came up on the mp3 player. My mp3 playlist has thousands of songs and it'd been a while since I heard this one. It struck me, as I was pedaling up Buckskin hill, how much this hit song of the 80's should is even more relevant now.

A recurring theme of this column is how I view the world as a glass half full - actually a lot closer to ¾ full. Almost every day above ground is a good one. This being the case I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why so many people insist on griping, moaning and complaining about nearly everything. It makes absolutely no sense.

Humans have made great headway in decoding the mysteries of the Universe. We're in better health than we've ever been. We've produced breathtaking works of art, music and literature. We've managed to make life safe and prosperous for wide swaths of the human population. And we get better as time moves forward. You'd be very hard-pressed to objectively dispute any of this. Yet I hear a litany of complaining about the human condition every day, seemingly without end.

This begs the obvious question. Why are so many of us so unhappy?