Things change so quickly. In a minute, you have a family, a house, a job... You always complain about your life, cause you think you could always make it better, that life could present you with better choices, better things to choose from.
You don't own a house, but you wish you did and when you finally do, you can't stop complaining about how dirty it is and how tired you are to clean it up and how short you are to pay for someone else to clean it up for you. How unfair is it that while you have to struggle to work everyday some government jackass is stealing money that you helped to save for paying your taxes so correctly. All of the sudden, you don't have a house anymore, because you lost your mother and you lost your family because someone dies and then you are left with debts up to your neck and what should you do? Complain that life isn't provinding you with better choices? Where's all your effort to make things right, where did it go all your energy in working... Where have your ideas, fresh and new gone? And most importantly, where are you in the middle of all this? Why isn't life providing us with better choices?
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