While complaining about life is common and encouraged, a question to ask yourself is this: Would you play the ovarian lottery?
Consider, however, the full implications of being reborn. You don’t get to choose your parents. You don’t get to choose your race, height, medical condition, IQ, or even your gender. You don’t get to chose your country of birth. You don’t even get to choose when you’ll be born.
Playing the ovarian lottery might land you royal parents. Perhaps you’ll ball like a Saudi Arabian prince. Or maybe you’d have been born early enough to come of age during the Summer of Love.
Of course you have to consider the odds. Playing the lottery may also land you tied up to a bed as a sex slave in Moldova. (In the lottery, remember, you don’t get to pick the gender you’ll be born.)
I was born a white male in the United States of America. Despite the many challenges of living in the West, there’s not a chance I’d play the ovarian lottery.
If you wouldn’t play the ovarian lottery, then perhaps you should stop complaining about your life and reflect on how privileged you are to be alive.