Stop My Complaining

Today was beautiful–on the prairies of South Dakota. Little to no wind, (at least the part in which I found myself) temperature in the low 60s, largely sun-drenched. Since we as humans are emotionally attached to the weather, many of us found today to be encouraging for that very reason.

Meanwhile, Poland mourns the deaths of its president and a number of other members of the government as well as spouses and citizens. The irony of so many dying while trying to make it to the memorial of so many who died is not lost on any. I know not the weather in Poland today, but I doubt it was enough to offset the news.

In West Virginia, the news that many had been dreading finally arrived. The last of the missing miners were located, but not alive. Again, I do not know the weather there, but I think that few cared.

Why am I thinking so much about the weather? Well, it is something that we all complain about. Oh yes, there is always the “if you don’t like it, give it a few minutes and it will change” aspect to cheer us. The thing is that we complain regularly about something which is very rarely truly dangerous; we almost always know well in advance what will be happening, yet we expend so much energy on trying to make something which is into something which it is not. In short, we waste our energy as surely as if we were electrons running to ground.

The tragedy near Katyn and the other one at Montcoal are far beyond what most of us have had to deal with personally. We should mourn with those who mourn. One of the lessons we ought to learn from such mourning is that we’ve, most of us, great cause for rejoicing.

This is not to say that there are not things which need changing, things that are wrong which need to be righted. This is not to say that every complaint is misdirected and valueless–rather that we (like small children) cry too often and too much over things which mean little.