What is this thing that we
call complaining? When something goes wrong, or we're having a crummy
day, or we have to do something we don't particularly enjoy, we
complain about it.
“My life sucks.”
“I hate this job.”
“I
wish the time would go by faster.”
Those were some of the
various complaints that I was spitting out earlier today when I was
helping my dad dig holes to build a fence. It was a pain in the butt.
I had to put my full body into it, and it felt like I was hitting
rocks half the time. I find it hard to believe that there are people
who do this as a nine-to-five job with overtime.
It's even harder to believe
that there are people fighting and dying every day in a war in Syria.
So, why was I complaining?
I have a great life: a family that loves me, a roof over my head, and
food to eat. God loves me, too. And yet, I found myself moaning today about just digging
holes. I don't want to complain, anymore. I want to be more positive.
Why should digging holes make me so miserable when I have everything
that I need in life? It's time for a change. I'm going to whistle
while I work.
Now, anyone know how to
avoid getting too frustrated with digging holes?
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