It’s been raining madloads within the past few days, and the freakish thunderstorms have gotten everyone moody and pessimistic about yesterday, about today, and about every single day for the rest of their lives. Yes, our generation whines and complains a lot. We’re never satisfied. Heck, contented used to be a good thing… now it’s a settlement, and no, I’m not talking the good, Catan-playing kind. As a friend, a father, a sister, a brother, we listen. We listen to the rantings and the whines and the whatnots of the mind, and we’ve grown so accustomed of this behavior that even without it, we’d get on Twitter to read this same negativity. Is life really that bad? Are we really just doomed? Have we been dragged so shallow that we’re in too deep? I don’t know about you, but I get tired from all the complaints. Especially when thunderstorms are beautiful and haunting a story told to kids, and the grass is always greener where it rains.
Instead of provoking negativity by prodding with good-willed curiosity, I always shut it up with that one quote; “Without the rain there would be no rainbow.” Have we forgotten to see the light? The two sides of a story? I hope I never do, simply because I’d lose the magic in being a child, in seeing hope, in loving that little nook of a room no matter how big nor small it is. And what a beautiful nook it is.