I know a lot of people who complain about a lot of things. In fact, I think most people seem to rather enjoy complaining about the minor mishaps that befall them. Sure, it’s kinda like picking a scab. Strangely satisfying.

But guess what? There’s something called life, and it doesn’t go according to plan. Life really doesn’t give a shit what you want.

Besides, what you think you want now could actually cause you more suffering later. Today’s fortune could lead to tomorrow’s misfortune, and vice versa. The very concepts of fortune and misfortune are value judgments we place upon situations, but we can’t know if those judgments are correct. We can’t really see the bigger picture.

Thank god I haven’t gotten what I wanted throughout my life. The things I thought I wanted were really quite limited, but I was unable to see that at the time. Now, when I don’t get something I want, I remind myself that I probably lucked out.

Of course, if you want to spend your time bemoaning the “bad” things that happen to you, feel free. However, you are probably wrong. It’s probably not that bad. Fortunately, it probably doesn’t matter, either.

I’m beginning to truly believe that everything just is what it is. We get wrapped up in our dramas, but everything comes to pass eventually. There is nothing to complain about, really.