We complain about how much life sucks. But how much of it is actually bad? Sure, the guy of our dreams may have broken our hearts, but what about the millions of other people who have a broken life? They did not ask for any of this. We did. We allowed ourselves to trust the guy everyone else was warning us about. We let him control our emotions. The other people did not ask for their lives to be ruined. But look at us anyways. We are complaining about a life that is pretty damn great. We can get up on our feet and move forward. Where are the others going?