A thought

Why does it always seem like the people we view as really happy, outgoing, and wonderful.... have the worst of problems? (Usually health-wise)

I don't know the particulars, but I saw someone I know today, and noticed she had to carry something with her, attached to her, monitoring her. I don't really know what it was, but I could tell that it had to do with her health. Something was wrong with her, and you would never be able to tell. There was some health issue, and she had to carry something around with her to make sure she was going to be okay. This person is so amazing. She is one of the happiest people, and she is so kind and caring..... and I never would have guessed something was wrong.

Why is it that those people--the people who have so many reasons to be bitter, upset, and depressed--always find a way to be happy, to be strong, to be wonderful? It makes me upset. Not because they are secretly hurting, but because they can be so happy and yet here I am, so blessed and healthy, and I am not happy. I complain. I whine. I worry about stupid things that don't matter. I am weak. It makes me upset towards myself.

What right to I have to complain about my life? I have everything I could ever need! I am so incredibly blessed, in more ways than I could possibly ever realize. I am so blessed, and yet I still find myself doubting and feeling petty self-pity. It's sad. Even now, I am complaining about how I complain too much. It's a vicious cycle.

Where here's my proposal. I will do my absolute best to STOP complaining. I have no reason to. I will try my utmost to be happy, and spread my happiness to those around me. I have all the reason to. No more complaining nonsense. I have been so blessed. I shouldn't complain. I should share what I have with others.

You people who are suffering, but have so much strength to put a smile on everyday... you inspire me. Never give up.

Thank you.