It's all up to us.

There is no end to complaints. Each day we hear them from people we meet. These days, the weather is often the subject for complaints. It is either too hot or too wet.

A semi-paralysed friend of mine remarked that it certainly is not easy to be God. Well, with a higher post comes greater responsibility. God is deemed to be the one in charge of the world and its happenings, especially those which are unfortunate. I remember one politician who was well-known for blaming it on God when unfortunate incidents happen. Looks like God is also an easy scrapegoat. Fortunately for us humans, God is beyond such petty things and so does not take issue with anyone.

Coming back to this semi-paralysed friend, he said it was clear that people blame God for almost everything concerning the weather. When it is hot, almost everyone, except hawkers selling drinks and coffee-shop owners of course, complains and prays for rain. When it rains, depending upon the time of day, there are still people who will complain, especially hawkers and people on errants.

Thinking of what my friend told me, is it not true that there is always something to complain about if we wish to find fault? There is not a single day when complaints are not heard. Yet if we look around more appreciatively, there is so much to be thankful for, the most obvious being the fact that we are still alive and able to sense all the things around us in this world.

So, how are the colours of your world? Are they the light shades of whites, reds, pinks, yellows, blues, orange, purples and greens and are they only the shades of grey? Who created those colours for ourselves? If we were to smile at ourselves and love the beloved face right there in the mirror, there can be no grey. There can only be grey when we start looking for wrinkles and blemishes.

Face the world with delight due to a gratitude to be still alive to experience another life-enriching day. Appreciation and gratitude for all that is still yours to enjoy can never bring complaints. Thus, it is up to us what or how the world is, a world full of thins to complain about or a world full of wonderful possiblities and probabilty. See, it is all up to us.

That was what my dear paralysed friend was trying to say, that no matter how it is and who it is out there, even God, there is still so much to complain about if we search for something to find fault with. On the other hand, there is so much to be thankful for.

Have a wonderful day, my friends.