We as humans love to complain. It doesn't matter how good something is, there will always be someone in the crowd who will find something wrong with a situation.
The twenty-first century is an amazing time for humans to complain, because everything is recorded for the world to see.
A hundred years ago, you would rarely hear complaints about where the Olympics were being held, because you didn't have the resources to know! Nowadays, all we're doing is complaining about the Rio waters, because we read about it. A hundred years ago, you would probably never know of the water situation because by the time it got printed in the newspaper, there weren't newspapers around anymore.
A hundred years is a long time.
Though lately, I've been realizing. That as much as we complain, we never take the same amount of time to appreciate how good we have it! I only recently realized this as my father's currently on an overseas trip for three weeks. Ever since his departure, all we've has been doing is calling or texting him about what are you doing now? are you asleep yet? can you hear the roosters in the morning? do they still have those green birds? And because of how advanced everything is now, he'll just send a picture of the bunnies they have now, the green birds are gone. If it's not interacting about what's going on, it'll be interacting at the clothes store where we basically just say no, those clothes aren't the right color, or yes that texture is perfect except I don't like the embellishments on the side or that kind of fabric really ruin the crisp look after it gets washed once.
And it made me step back and look at it all for a second! I was born in this century, right as these new technologies were being discovered. It's simply ingrained in me to be so used to it all, which requires me every now and then to take a picture and sit there for a good ten minutes pondering about the wonders of life.
Sometimes I'll just have to sit there and think about it a little. I'll send off an email, and I'll get the notification that it was sent. A few hours later, I've got a reply.
mIND BLOWN!!!
You couldn't do that fifty years ago! Not even forty! You'd have to send letters and wait ten days for a response, or pay three dollars a minute for every call made across the Atlantic Ocean. By the time you talked to your family again, the Olympics were back! And the swimmer dude had won his thirty-eighth medal!
It's a lot to process, it really is.
This quickness that comes with the modern day also took away our patience, I've noticed. We can't sit there and do nothing. We have to be doing something. Our minds are just programmed now to constantly be whirring. Our phone dies and takes five minutes to regain power again, and in those five minutes we've booted up the laptop! We simply don't waste time in wasting more of our time!
You can send an email and have an epiphany about how far mankind has come, but appreciating patience is a lot harder to come by.
In fact, it usually takes a power outage for us to realize that we have absolutely nothing to do anymore! So, we sit there. Stare at our families as our mothers light three candles and our sisters look for the flashlight. The flashlight is never in the right place, of course, and the one day it is, the batteries are dead! So, what do we do? We take out our phones and shine the light around. We're thankful that the light doesn't require internet, or what would we do? Use candles like some nineteenth century villager? Of course not.
In conclusion, we complain a lot, we don't think about the advances in our world as much as we should, flashlights go missing quicker than hair ties, and I hope everyone who participated in the Olympics kayaking is doing well despite the rumors.
