Are Ye Not Much Better Than They?

Matthew 6:26: Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

Instead of trying to make sense of this, which is not possible, I feel foolish for a lifetime of petty complaints.  And yet I know in a matter of a few hours (or less), I will feel put upon, again.  

Misery has no meaning beyond the individual experiencing it.