In about 6 months I will be twenty years old. I will no longer be teenager, and I will have to come to terms with the fact that I am an adult.
Over the past few months I have been bombarded by friends and family members dealing with real adult situations. It seems like every week another person tells me they are either getting married, having a baby, or dying. What is this? What happened to the days where the only care I had in the world was whether or not I would get my Barbi doll back from the girls who lived down the street? (I never did by they way) I guess I have come to a time in my life where people are going to get married and have babies. My generation is getting older and moving on with their lives.
Today I heard some rather sad news that has me worried about much more than my 8 o'clock final tomorrow morning. I feel like I've been submerged into a pool of chaos and I won't be able to resurface until this test is taken and I know my friend will be okay. For the past few hours I have been trying to study, but have found myself unsuccessful due to the lack of attention I can give to my book. My thoughts are all over the place and it took a severe complication in a friends pregnancy for me to come to this conclusion:
People are constantly complaining. Complaining about the weather, their jobs, their classes, their families, their situations, their houses, their expenses, their day to day tasks, basically anything that has a name can be the source of a complaint. But why do we complain? Do you really think that bitching about a situation can make it better? No, only action can improve your circumstance. So what is the point? I believe that people complain purely for sympathy. That they desire attention to make themselves feel better. But is their life really so bad? Most likely not.
So I challenge you; next time you feel like bitching about the rain or having to get up early, think about all the people who really do have something to complain about, the sick, the lonely, the homeless, and remember how great your life is.
Right now I sit in the lobby of my residence hall worried sick about my friend and her unborn child. Now, she has something to complain about.
It's times like these that life really comes into perspective.