I felt a bit off this afternoon (lack of water and nourishment), went into a cafe, and was served cold food (they said they couldn’t heat it) and tea that was too hot to drink, and noticed I started complaining about it in my mind. It seems that behind it all is a simple thought:
They don’t love me. If they loved me they would serve me warm food, and a tea at just the right drinkable temperature.
I notice a similar thought underlying my complaints about life.
Life doesn’t love me. If life loved me, my body would be healthy, the weather would be nice, my life would be easy.
It’s helpful to notice, and look at it in a quiet, simple and felt way.