Grumbling.

You know that old saying about you never know what you have until you lose it.

How many of us, actually, apply it?
Very few, I guess.

I'm used to grumbles and complaints because my mother is unable to do anything else. Last Christmas I sent her a postcard with the subliminal message "Learn to enjoy what you have and don't care of what you haven't".

Personally, I really have few things to complain about. 

But when I do, it means that I really care. 

Usually I complain about care, attention, respect from the ones I love.

The day I quit doing it, it's the day I already moved on and I don't care anymore.

At that point, it's too late. 

Even to fix it. 

I mean, what else do people expect after ignoring signs and symptoms?