Why are we always complaining? Why do we constantly stress ourselves out? Every time I get together with my friends these days that’s all we seem to do, it’s like we get a kick out of comparing notes on how miserable we are! Moaning that we’re fed up with life, we need a twelve month holiday, we want to retire already! It’s so depressing, not to mention exhausting to talk about time after time, after time…
We’re just always putting unnecessary weight on our shoulders. Comparing our lives to that of EVERYBODY around us: keeping up with the Joneses. Convincing ourselves that we should be a lot more accomplished than we feel we are.
So-and-so’s backpacking around Asia for two years, what’s-her-face just got engaged, what’s-his-name just got promoted to head of his company! We tell ourselves that we’re failures in comparison, that we could do so much better, that we need to come up with a five-year plan because of course that will solve everything! Forever racing against time, contemplating our next big move, believing that the grass is greener on every side that we’re not on.
But what’s with all the negativity? It’s contagious yet needless. So let’s just take a second to think rationally and cut ourselves some much needed slack.
Sometimes it helps to talk to people from different backgrounds to our own, with different sets of responsibilities and priorities. People who in actuality may be a lot worse off than us but are noticeably more content with their lives. Often that’s all that it takes for us to realise that hold on a minute, we’re NOT epic failures, we DON’T have the worst lives in the world. We’re actually pretty lucky! Failing to count our blessings (which we have so many of) is something that we’re all guilty of.
I’m fortunate to be able to say that I actually enjoy my job, I have no urge to scream into a pillow or pull my teeth out whenever Sunday night rolls around. I’m also able to save a decent amount of money every month. I have a roof over my head and always have food on the table. I can count my true, ride-or-die friends on two hands. My family is more close-knit than it’s been in a long time. And we’re all in good health (touch wood!).
These are some of the things that I need to remind myself of the next time that I decide to pay a visit to Stressed City: a place where the favoured way to pass the time is to pace the streets fretting that the sky is falling. Newsflash: it’s not!