1.0DMY Philosophyhttps://www.dmy.info/endmy.infohttps://www.dmy.info/en/author/asdfg/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="p6o7bjKLAA"><a href="https://www.dmy.info/en/is-it-good-to-complain/">Is it good to complain?</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.dmy.info/en/is-it-good-to-complain/embed/#?secret=p6o7bjKLAA" width="600" height="338" title="“Is it good to complain?” — DMY Philosophy" data-secret="p6o7bjKLAA" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.dmy.info/en/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> http://www.dmy.info/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/4/2021/05/complain.png917298When we were children, we were all complaining, everyone was whining about trivial things. Say, when in the infancy, we were going crazy not to eat our food. We were mad about the light or a smudge in the room; We occasionally cried all night. We weren’t aware of the fact that food was necessary for our survival and the shapes in the room were not monsters. We were ignorant and maybe we’re still. Is it good to complain then? Complaints, moaning, poor me, little unfortunate me… What is it good for? For you? Who are you? You’re not you.