Complaining
I have to catch myself when I find myself complaining. Living at the dawn of the twenty-first century, there are so many things that most of us take for granted. When I want to bathe, I simply turn a knob out comes hot water. To eat, all I have to do is open my refrigerator for a selection of preserved foods. I turn a knob and there is fire. When I need to relive myself, the waste is flushed away without my every seeing it or smelling it again. I can easily seek medical treatment for anything that ails me. I can communicate simultaneously with people from all over the world. From my computer I can access knowledge from the greatest libraries in the world. I can get from one end of the globe to the other in a matter of hours. I must remind myself what people in the not so distant past had to do just to have a piece of bread.
