There’s No Need to Complain

By Hakim Abdul-Ali

The living experience is full of tests, ordeals, disappointments and unimaginative upheavals for every created “hue-man” soul in the universe, including me and you. There’s no denying that in any shape, manner or form.

To further illustrate that point, something occurred on my watch last week where I had to reflect on the trials of life and how we, as societal folk today, handle the them. That experience made me think about how some of us intrinsically look at and deal with many of the difficulties and problems that surface in our mundane worlds of existences.

I had come in contact with a very casual acquaintance of mine who I hadn’t seen for quite a while. He’s a very nice soul, but he’s a perpetual bellyaches and steadfast complainer about everyone and everything in his life, with nothing positive to say about this or that.

As I ardently listened to him then pessimistically speak about the arenas in his present life’s happenings, I recognized that he’s always exhibited those tendencies whenever we met previously. On this occasion though, he was complaining more about how he deserved more recognition in his life from his significant other and, well, it just kept on going from here to there for almost an hour, give or take a  few minutes here and there.

After hearing his constant rants about how this issue or that thing which wasn’t going right in his life, I asked him did he know what he was doing to himself. I interjected that, maybe, he should step back from all that was plaguing his mind and troubling his thoughts and try to look at the brighter side of life because, realistically speaking, things could be at lot worse.

When I said that, he literally seem to implode, and he told me that I was being unsympathetic to his persistent qualms and overbearing griefs. I said that wasn’t true, and while I was now looking at him as though he was being completely rebellious because I felt that I was merely informing him, after listening to him for as long as I did, to try to shift his mental gears to some other more meaningful things that were occurring in his worlds of existences.

This very casual acquaintance of mine still didn’t get where I was coming from, or why I was attempting for him to change his thought patterns for the better. After all, “thoughts are synonymous to actions” in all affairs, and at that juncture in our conversation, I felt that there was no more for me to add to our clearly one sided conversation, since I didn’t want to or  overburden myself with unnecessary negativities and energies from anyone.

My very casual acquaintance wanted to be in that “woe is me” space that he was in, and I felt that he had every right to be there, and since I couldn’t stop him from being there, I just let him babble on about his sorrows of self-destruction. Are you like that, or do know of anyone in your present worlds of existences who are like that?

In case you are and do know of someone who is, as Ido in the obvious scenario with my very casual acquaintance, I’m going to offer that you attentively read what is to follow. It’s called “The World Is Mine,” and it’s from a vintage postcard that I have in my collection of memorabilia, and it says much to the moaning natures existing in our troubled souls amongst us.

“Today, upon a bus, I saw a lovely girl with golden hair. I envied her, she seemed so happy, and I wished I was as fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg, and wore a crutch, and as she passed—she extended me a smile. (I thought and said) O God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs. “The World Is Mine.” ”

“And then I stopped to buy some sweets. The lad who sold them had such charm. I talked with him—he seemed so glad. If I were too late ‘twould do no harm. And as I left, he said to me, “l thank you. You have been so kind. It’s nice to talk with folks like you.” “You see,” he said, “I’m blind.” (Then I thought  again and said) O God, forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes. “The World Is Mine.” ”

“Later on, walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue. He stood and watched the others play, (for) it seemed he knew not what to do. I stopped a moment, then I said, “Why don’t you pin the others, dear?” He looked ahead without a word, and then I knew—he could not hear. (Once more I thought and said) O God, forgive me when I whine. I have two ears. “The World Is Mine.”

“With two legs to take me where I want to go. With eyes to see the sunset’s glow. With ears to to hear hear what I would know. (I’m forever reminded to think and say always) O God, forgive me when I whine. I’m blessed indeed. The World is Mine.”

That crisp and  sublimely powerful message on that aged postcard, is something that I reflect on constantly to keep myself cerebrally in check. That old card and its stimulating reminder has been with me for more than twenty-five- years now, and I read it often to keep my spiritual and mental selves in unison when things get a little off centered at times in my various worldly dealings and encounters.

The Creator Alone created the living experience for us to savor, enjoy and to be tested by, but also to grow from those experiences. This is called life, and it’s no more than that because we all are going to challenged at many different intervals and in some degrees or the other with situations in the ongoing living experiences, which may not go according to the way we initially planned or ideally expect them to.

Lilies I said, “Life is what it is,” so please know and feel ever-so-blessed to be in it for now because the next second is not promised to any of us. Did you get that? Again, I ask, “Do you understand that?” Also, listen carefully, “stuff” happens.

That’s life. A wise spiritual soul of knowledge knows that and moves on and ahead in the living process with positivity. I strongly suggest that you do the same and abandon all of the debilitating “woe is me” personas that  so many other “hue-mans” seem to have adapted to their erstwhile carefree mentalities and have attached to their techno-cosmic psyches for the negative.

In conclusion, I trust that you get something from reading this article today because “thoughts are surely synonymous to actions.” And, oh by the way, I’m definitely going to pass this article on to my very casual acquaintance, whenever I see him again, and, hopefully, he’ll look at his trials of life more succinctly and with greater spiritual positivity.  For today and always, that’s , “As I See It.”    

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