Complain.
Okay. I’ll admit it. I complain.
More than I should.
Or, more than anyone wants to hear.
For some reason, it seems to come naturally.
More naturally than, let’s say, singing praises.
Or shouting victory.
Or celebrating life’s greatness.
What’s really sad is that I don’t have much to complain about.
As a matter of fact, I have so much more to be happy about than I do to complain about.
Yet, I still complain.
What good does it do me? What benefit does it bring?
Simple. Complaining does no good. None.
I want to stop. I will stop.
