Someone recently told me that the art of learning how to live a happy life was learning not to crib about things. Not to crib about the cold water you have to bathe in, bot crib about the size of your room. Essentially, learn how not to complain about the privileges that society has given you – because privilege is never earned, but some abstract social construct that is now received.
I find this proposition arguable.
I literally wrote half this blogpost about how I was going to attempt to follow this philosophy for a bit and see where it took me. But I’ve quickly deleted it because I think that complaining and having a vent for feelings is essential.
Cribbing and acting like a baby about things or being over-dramatic can be sometimes extra. And that’s perhaps where I’ll draw the line.