Discontentment Kills
It has killed me years ago, murdered me silently. I used to think my dad just don't know how fortunate he is because I always hear him complaining almost about every job and every one. Felt like telling him at that time, "Don't you think the problem lies with you if every job you face the same thing?"I guess like father like daughter. I don't complain about others but I just complain about environment, situations, life, etc and of course, my parents.
I really dislike it but sometimes, it has become such habit I just blurt things out.
Very irritated with myself. And discontentment really kills the joy that one has.