For those who like to think that the world is all rainbows and butterflies have never stood out in the pelting rain.

They look on others with disdain as the hypothesize on what to them reality is but they live in a synthetic plastic bubble.

They are the ones who have a mommy, a daddy, siblings and tons of friends to look out for them in times of great despair.

They are the ones who do not struggle day to day to merely exist in the real world of chaos and constant turbulence.

They flutter their eyes and flex their brawn claiming to be masters of their own devices but it is always easiest when you have strength in numbers. They jingle their full pockets with a grin.

It is always easier when you never had to walk in worn out shoes feeling the ragged pavement of the road.

If they drank from an empty cup and fed from a barren cuppard then they would be less likely to preach how those that whine are feeble.

They would dare not last a day, to make themselves get up and face a world that really uses you to its own intention. It uses those who have to beg for what they toss out as extra. We sift through their fine dining and wear their clothes out of style that they toss into the trash, we make them coffee and laugh at their jokes made to those less fortunate and park their cars. We wait on them as they order food they merely peck at and complain. We see them only talking never hearing those that are not from their world.

So don't ever tell me that I cannot whine. I will let out what is inside so that it will not remain inside. I will cast it out like an exorcism.