Why must life be so complicated? It seems that we are always faced with our own problems, we complain, we hurt others with our words and actions, others hurt us the same way, and we can't really please everyone all the time. Or is it just me?
A friend told me just now how he felt very guilty that he tends to pick out flaws in others, yet he sees those same flaws in himself. I feel the same way too. I get irritated because other people are like this and that and all those negative stuff, but at the end of the day, I sometimes realize that I'm doing the very same things that they are doing. Isn't that called hypocrisy then?