"I've almost never seen him complain," Nancy Reagan writes. "If something is bothering him Ronnie, he'll rarely mention it. And he never tells anyone, not even me, when he's not feeling well."
Complaints are a spinning wheel that sucks the energy right out of the human race. Such a paradox: How much simpler act could there be? Just don't talk. Idle the vocal cords. As a last resort, seal the lips so that the complaint is stifled into indecipherable Muppet-mumbling. Yet how hard is it to release frustration in any other way?
I think that's where it helps to turn to another source. The spiritual person can converse with god(s) to vent or find strength. Any person can paint a vivid mental picture of a brighter future and pursue it with a passion that blots out the ills.
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