When your friend has concrete ideas which are different than yours about religion, gender, climate change, the second amendment, or Yankees vs. Red Sox, maybe we could hear the humanity behind the hubris and realize that their different opinion is not a bad opinion. Just a different one.
The other day I traveled through airports with my daughter, just the two of us. It was not what I'd call a fun day. She'll be 2 in July so it was a lot of this way and that, a lot of NO (from both of us, ha!), and squirrelly-ness galore. I cried a couple times. And I thought about my feelings about that phrase, 'but they're worth it'.
I think sometimes we miss the point of life and its struggles. We are not meant to be comfortable all the time. Great things were not done by comfortable people living comfortable lives. I think sometimes we're unwilling to put up with something that's uncomfortable because we aren't willing to look past our own short sightedness. I think we complain too much instead of hunkering down and realizing that this ain't nothin' but a phase.
I have a small set of friends who are 10+ years older than me, some of them my parents' ages or close to it. ... The times I spend with them are some of my very favorite, and I'll tell you why -- they take their ten-to-thirty years on me and, without even knowing it, teach me how to gracefully grow into my 40s, 50s and 60s.