You’ve heard the phrase
I can’t complain.
You’ve probably even said it.
How are you
Oh…I can’t complain
Of course you could. And often do.
- This weather sucks.
- Three times I’ve been out and each time I forgot to buy soap.
- Can you believe these people?
My wife and I are getting pretty tired of it. Mostly because we are more likely to complain at the end of a long day. We come home, make dinner, try to keep the kids at the table long enough to eat some of it, wear them out, get them ready for bed, do the dishes, vacuum the carpet, and then collapse on the couch.
How was your day?
The question is deadly when you’re exhausted. When the week is long and the weekend is full.
And you think
- tell the truth
- or watch TV.
You know what’s better than saying “I can’t complain”? Saying “I won’t complain.”
Saying “I won’t complain” isn’t so much about what you refuse to say but who you refuse to be. I don’t need to be that guy. The glass-half-empty guy. The downer guy. The guy that walks in and makes everybody go “Oh. You.” as they scramble to come up with a reason to go home early.
When we “can’t” complain, we aren’t actually saying our life is awesome and couldn’t be better, but “eh. it is what it is.” Not me. I’m done. Life is too good, too exciting, too sweet to waste it with complaints. With backing into the world and hoping that things will get better.
Now we can make it better.
So the next time you see me, ask me how I’m doing. And you better hear
because life is good. Or else
because something bad has actually happened. Just not that lousy
Oh, I can’t complain!
because that’s another way of saying
I’m breathing. I guess that means I’m alive.
Me, I don’t want to just be alive, I want to live.