Whoa. When I first though of the word, ‘complaint’ I assumed I’d have ideas streaming from my head in what would feel like the strongest current between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. However as soon as I moved my cursor to the text box, I was frozen.
Honestly, I wonder why people make such a fuss over silly little things. We all get frusrated and irritated at times, but there’s nothing that really angers me. Sure, my car doesn’t start sometimes, I’m late to class occasionally, I feel ignorance is rude, I don’t understand why eleven year olds need to know anythything about simultaneous equations and in my opinion gossiping is cowardly.
Therefore, my complaint is complaining! Hypocrit? I know, I know. But really, it gets you down! From my point of view, we shouldn’t get too worked up about the future, or what’s happened in the past, we need to what’s right under our noses. Our family, our friends, what we eat. Live your life each day at a time, and enjoy every minute. Of course there are some things you need to plan for in the future. But us, the public, shouldn’t get worried about David Cameron and Nick Clegg’s pointless coalition government and all their failed promises. I advise each and and every one of you, adults and children, to just be happy.
Never let life’s hardships disturb you, no one can avoid problems, not even saints or sages.
To those of you with serious complaints, ask yourself, will this matter a year from now?