Looking out I find no understanding of the world - it's hate and it's blindness. Then I look in myself who was blind from the start and I understand a great deal.

I used to tell my ex-girlfriend that I wasn't a complainer. It was far from the truth. Whether or not anyone hears it I am constantly looking out and complaining about the iniquities of others. I have found to be so disgusted and uncontent with the world yet longing to part of it more and more.
Why am I afflicted with desiring everything that is fleeting and taking what is constant and true for granted?

Having the most to complain about You did very little of it. You were a do-er, teach me your ways Lord. Shut my mouth and move my feet.