Give and take…

This morning complaining was in fashion… I can’t even count how many times I sighed I’d rather be dead, or for someone to shoot me. When there’s so many things that need to be done for so many people it’s easy to start thinking the only thing I do is give, give, give… And the receiving doesn’t seem to happen at all.. It does happen though… I receive but I simply can’t see it because I’m taking it for granted?

There is a very fitting quote on Goodreads today:

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” Sigmund Freud
When everything just seems to bury me underneath I want to escape, I want to crawl into a deep hole and wait until the madness passes. But that’s not how one should deal with things. Yes, I don’t want to wake up in the mornings when I know what kind of hassle is ahead of me for the day but then I just need to remind myself that the hassle ain’t going to just go away until I attack head on.
To be honest I dislike moaning and complaining, being the hypocrite that I am, I do it myself but most of the times I try and do it within the confines of my head. I try not to voice a lot of this white noise no one gives a crap about. Yet, I understand that sometimes, I myself, and everyone just gets so tired of everything… Perhaps in some ways it is a healthy option to whinge and whine… How else are we able to hear how pathetic we sometimes sound? I think that’s what happened to me as well, this morning.. I just took a good hard look at myself from the sidelines (oh, you know, practicing out of body experiences and what not… eh, not!) and I just lowered my head in disgrace thinking- Is this the weakling I want to be like?
So, it was time to put on the big girl panties and “go to war” with all the issues that have been piling in front of me. Well, what do you know… Half a day has past and my pile of troubles is minimal… I went to “war” and I conquered…

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