I find it funny how most of us complain with our life, on our inadequacies and weakness and misfortune and so many other things... as if we have no control over it.
We complained how terrible our work is; or it could be that we complain how we feel inadequate with what we have; or we could be complaining about other people being assholes; or we could be complaining on things which in a great scheme of thing truly doesn't matter; or we could be complaining about how terrible we are as a human being, doomed to stuck with our condition forever.
We complain about our life, treating it as if we are watching a movie, unable to do anything to change it.
We are the social media generation where we must talk, talk, talk. We don't get much time to sit down with our own thoughts, and think. Our connection made us to compare ourselves with each other even more and more, feeling terrible about ourselves.
It's no wonder why we get depressed easily.
We just complain, complain, complain. We complain about the littlest things. We complain about the things which we can't control. We complain about things which we have power to control. We complain about our life, as if we have no control over it.
And we are waiting to hit rock bottom until we really change. Until it's too late.
I would really like for us to really think about it - REALLY think about our own life. On whether we truly have no control over our life. Or whether we're just too comfortable with our misery. Too lazy. It's much easier to complain instead of getting things done.
If we look back at the things that we said - all the complains that we dished out - we're going to start to notice something.
We're going to notice that all that complaining didn't really get anything done. We give them out, in the hope that other would pay attention to us. That we would feel a sense of relief that we have said our piece of mind. And we want the world to change to our own liking - but we don't want to change ourselves.
The noise that the world projects - telling me to compare myself with others, to feel inadequate, to complain about my life, to try and fill my emptiness with things I don't need - is no match for the voice in my head: it's still figuring out just where I stand in the world, just how significant I am in the overall grand scheme of thing.
And all that talk in my head have exhausted me from the need to complain.
There are some things which we can't change. If we are ever to compare ourselves with others, we're certainly not going to come out feeling better about ourselves. There are things which it's just not worth the effort to be pissed off.
If I have the time to complain about my life, then I would certainly have time to try and do something about it. The most profound sense of enlightenment that I have achieved, now, is the realization how I am very much responsible for my own life.
It would mean I don't get to put the blame on others, but it also fill me with the burning realization that life is not an experience that just went pass - but something which I must create, by my own hands.