I am astonished by the human capacity to complain.
When I think of the mind-boggling improbability of living on this planet, I should be overwhelmed by boundless gratitude all the time. What incredible good luck.
Here we are just the right distance from the sun, gifted with countless resources, endowed with minds that let use appreciate beauty and jokes, and blessed with a cultural heritage that includes delights like food, music, books, and cats. Yet, I still have the capacity to critique the deal and complain about weather, mortality, the idiot primates I encounter, and much more.
I’ve been known to complain about dessert!
And I’m not the only one complaining. I meet complainers everywhere. Some are complaining at an Olympic level. Like complaining is their super power. An inexhaustible super power.
I’ve resolved to turn my complaining down a notch. We have a sweet set up here. I checked with the astronomers. My home planet is the most obliging spot for at least 24 billion miles. Not perfect, but pretty accommodating. And it has the best coffee in the known universe.
Pittsburgh, March 7, 2018