I was reading social media posts from some friends this morning. They were discussing the state of the country, the state of society, how inept the government is and just generally griping — possibly with some justification I may add.
It’s only a matter of months ago that I was at it myself, continually. I would complain about everything that was wrong with the world and what I could do about it, or to be more exact I would agonise over what I couldn’t do about it. So much so, I found it exhausting. My whole approach to life, and its unyielding vicissitudes, sadly, seemed to be draining the joy out of me.
I don’t know exactly what it happened; it was like someone flicked a switch. I made a conscious decision to stop complaining. Of course the problems are still there, now and again I still get pissed off, that hasn’t changed. But, on the whole, the way I now choose to see things seems much healthier for me.
“when we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves” ~ Viktor E. Frankl