It does make me chuckle, us humans are a funny breed - we moan for absolutely no reason. We complain we dont have what we want and spend far too long concentrating on the insignificant. I am one of these people. I go through life picking up life's negatives and torturing myself with bad stuff when really, REALLY, I dont have all that much to complain about.
We all have our moans, and we spend a large amount of our time moaning and dare I say it, bitching about other people - I get it, not everyone is going to get along, life would be boring if we did. But really, in this big bad world is it SO bad that the girl you dont really know happened to wear a dress that didnt suit her figure, or is that upsetting to you that a friend spent a little too long talking about themselves? is it? really?
Lately, my head has been filled with negatives - things I'm doing wrong, not doing enough of, and putting silly little pressures on myself because I felt I wasn't achieving what I thought I want. But in reality - in the true cold hard light of day I really dont have a bad life. Lying in bed this morning, I rolled over and stared at my fiance and took in everything about him: his face, his breathing, the little snores of pure sleep. I then looked around me: the house, the four walls, the cobwebs on the ceiling, the clothes pile filling up the corner. All these small things that surrounded me were in fact blessed things. I am so lucky. In so many ways, in fact far too many ways. I complain daily about various things: I am not a size 6 yet I eat the most amazing food on a daily basis - and yes, that includes oven chips. I complain that I dont earn or have more money but I see the multitude of shoes and clothes littered round me. I complain at the fact I havent been away on holiday abroad in nearly 5 years yet here I am, sharing and owning a house with my OH.
Is life really that bad?
This morning I watched the news and took in every story, all the while comparing my life to some of the horrific things happening in the world - I dont have a right to moan, I dont, not in the grand scheme of things. I am so blessed to be alive and walking around with everything I could ever want in life. That moment this morning made me think and contemplate and made me shush when I was about to moan that my feet got wet in the beautiful rain this morning - I am lucky to have rain and have the car I drive to get me to work.
I'm not saying no-one should ever moan, hell we wouldn't be British if we didn't and everyone is entitled to do what they want - that is another thing I love most about life: opinion, but I would love us all to take a moment, a swift 5 minutes alone, in silence to really think of this thing we call life. Everything we own, everything we do, everyone we have and who we are. Appreciate what you have. We are lucky.