Last weekend I was sitting in a street café enjoying the glorious spring weather and quite by chance I overheard two women sitting at the next table talking. All one of them could do was to moan to such an extent that I wondered whether there was anything in this world that could possibly be a source of satisfaction to her. In my own immediate circles I hardly know anybody who has such a tendency.
Actually it was rather a banal conversation but it still got me thinking about how differently people view and assess their own life situations. And about how sometimes it's those people who lead really easy lives who whinge and moan most loudly about the wrongs of this world while others, whose lives are not easy by any stretch of the imagination, seem to be illuminated by a kind of inner contentment.
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