More is Less

I look at blogspot, I get depressed. And I look at my blog, it looks dead. What am I even still doing here?

Lately I have been complaining pretty much about everything. From how lousy utar is, which actually isnt as bad as I always complain about tho not up to the standards like monash etc etc, to people in utar on how they give public speaking and to the little things like taking a bus ride to campus or the food I eat and when digi has no line. I even complain how easily I get body aches from sports lately.

Pulling late nights are even getting a little troublesome for me. Finishing a black label with 3 or should I say 3 1/2 people is also getting hard. Crap. Im too old for this shit, literally. I remember how easy it was to finish it alone back in those days when I was pretty wild with the liquors. Beers were like fruit juice while stout and hard liquors were the main cuisine.

Look at Job, a man of high faith. Richness of abudance, slaves in dozens, owns vast lands, ever faithful to God and a family, all by the blessings of God alone. Then, he was stripped of his abundance, lost his lands, his home, and the servants he had had gone away. To top it up, his children lives were taken away, where his wife curses upon God. This man, has every right to complain. Complain and make noise of questions filled with reason desired. Why this, why that, why now, why didnt, why cant, why and why. He lost property, authority, money and even his loved ones. Some even said, Job has the strongest faith among all, yet this chain of disasters landed upon him.

Who am I or for many of us in that matter to complain about the petty little things that doesnt do shit to us. Most of us have properties, money that is enough to survive, our loved ones around us even if the family's broken, at least not lost, proper meals, comfortable clothings to wear, shoes to protect our feet, air-con to counter the ever crazy heat, HANDPHONES which many hold on to them like it's part of their body, education, and the list can really go on. Even the Africans has every of our right to complain before any of us city dwellers do. Look at them, food is hard to get, some of them even eat sand, the kids brought to this world along with the diseases their parents have, i doubt even half of them ever get to grow up. They live in poverty, sand and mud mostly, while we have skyscrapers and roads. Kids their age have only twigs and handmade grass toy like things to play with, when the city people have dslr and ipads to simply throw around with. They, these africans dont even have the chance to even complain.

Sometimes more is less and those complaining moments are it.

Yes, you.