Sometimes I cannot avoid being in the presence of a person who complains a lot even though I try to avoid doing so. Try as I might, with positive observations, I am not able to dissuade them from their complaining. I remember how my mother had a perpetual inner smile. If she grumbled at all, she was very good at hiding it. She simply went about trying to fix the things she saw that needed fixing. So I guess it was not that she didn’t see things to complain about, she just didn’t verbalize it.
Maybe grumbling, complaining people are really doing me a great favor. They point out problems I might never see myself. Maybe they serve as my conscience in order to induce me to act. Maybe they really are the problem solvers the world needs.