I suppose we are proned to complaining, mankind that is. We can be delivered out of the hands of our captors and still find reason to complain. Rich men dare complain in the presence of the poor over rich man problems. I am discouraged by such tendencies in others and in myself. I think the root of complaint is either fatalistic or one, surprisingly enough, stemming from a hopeful mentality. "Someday things will be easier." Why not be dissatisfied with the present if you believe that things will only get better, you're just in a rut now. I hate to be realistic, but we will never have a happily ever after in this life. Life gets harder each day as more and more responsibilities come. It never stops. You have two options, of course. You can either be naive and hope that one day things will die down and you will finally be able to relax, or you can take your responsibility by the horns, grin, and keep on movin.
It's coming to midterms in school and everyone is stressed out whether or not they show it on the outside. We can complain about how tired we are or how much work we have to do, but it doesn't make the work or the awake any easier. We should be thankful for what we do have, the opportunities that most of the world will never experience, and we should work in grace and humility in that knowledge.
Wow, that was easy to type. I wonder if I'll remember this when I wake up in the morning.
Peace and love.
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