Life is difficult.
This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths.
It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it.
Once we truly know that life is difficult
-- once we truly understand and accept it --
then life is no longer difficult.
Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.
Most do not fully see this truth that life is difficult.
Instead they moan more or less incessantly, noisily or subtly,
about the enormity of their problems, their burdens, and thier difficulties
as if life were generally easy, as if life should be easy.
They voice their belief, noisily or subtly,
that their difficulties represent a unique kind of affliction
that should not be and that has somehow been especially visited upon them,
or else upon their families, their tribe, their class, their nation, their race
or even their species, and not upon others.
I know about this moaning because I have done my share.
Life is a series of problems.
Do we want to moan about them or solve them?
Do we want to teach our children to solve them?