People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee.

Why is it people will complain, when they have an open door, where they can walk out to and gaze the stars; rather than having a closed door to lock them in?

The louder you bellyache, the longer your stomach will hurt.

With grumble, nobody changes anything, even himself.

Grumble weakens the spirit.Despair is counterproductive.Both are true toxicants in life.