All people do these days are complain about the horrible shit that they are going through, the horrible boredom, or something horrible he or she dislikes about his or her life right about now. Yes, I do complain about the boredom, but I try to occupy myself. Let it be reading, drawing, or even online window-shopping. Why can’t we be happy for whatever we have right now?

“‘And like everyone who’s had enough,’ said Control as Alleline noisily left the room, ‘he wants more.’” -Control (Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John Le Carre)