What amazes me most is the art of complaining! I use the word "art" because people are getting extremely crafty finding new ways to make mediocre situation seem as massive as Mt. Fuji. I, too, have problems with the direction my life has taken, but I can't complain because I am alive. Furthermore, I am free to breath, to think, to creative, to love, and that's enough for me. I know complaining is a human disposition; to make sure everyone in there life can taste the absolute "anarchy" that is, and in their lives. But, come-the-hell-on!!! Get a grip!
Who cares that you didn't have the ideal childhood! Who did? Who cares if you don't have exactly what you want in life! Who does? Who gives a damn if you don't feel that you're receiving all the things that you give. Doesn't that mean you know how to love? And love needs no proof, love only needs action and love never waits for reciprocation.
STOP COMPLAINING!
You boring people, stop!
Who cares that you didn't have the ideal childhood! Who did? Who cares if you don't have exactly what you want in life! Who does? Who gives a damn if you don't feel that you're receiving all the things that you give. Doesn't that mean you know how to love? And love needs no proof, love only needs action and love never waits for reciprocation.
STOP COMPLAINING!
You boring people, stop!
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