Life is like a blink of an eye. Why should we complain that God didn't give us wealth? Why should we complain that our parents won't let us have flowers on our faces? Why complain that the gods didn't give us the seven exquisite skills? All this is too boring and meaningless. When you complain too much, time whispers behind your back why you didn't cherish it.
Why complain about not meeting a bosom friend? A sea of people. Your meeting with him is fate. As long as you insist and trust, everyone is your confidant.
Why complain that there is no love? After hard work, parents will always put you first, that is, love, the most primitive love, the most primitive love. Of course, maybe another kind of love is sprouting in your heart.
I don't complain, because I don't complain, because I know complaining is useless, but it will increase our troubles. After all, nothing is perfect, and the creator touched it when he created every life, which is a pity.
Between grasping and letting go, people often choose to grasp, because people think that as long as they grasp, there will be room for thinking, but you have thought about whether something you are not sure is good for you. When you understand that it is worthless to you, everything that is really valuable becomes a thing of the past, which really becomes letting go, and then it will be a shocking accusation.
I don't complain, because I know that when I complain, I will miss what I will complain after I miss it, so I will live in complaining and being complained forever.
I don't complain, because in my opinion, the horn will never blow for the complainer; The world will never be brilliant because of complainers; History will never turn a new page for complainers.