I’ve learned the difference between easy and exhausting when I became a father.

But there’s nothing I need.

Sometimes I wonder what would I have done different if I had been taught as a kid that becoming good at something is a matter of doing it repeatedly for a long period of time.

One day I’ve been struck with this idea, that I haven’t shared with anyone because I thought maybe I was just being dramatic, under the influence of the frustration of the moment.

I have been distracted, impatient, and indecisive.

Actually, the reality is different. Enough studies confirm that we are attracted by people who share similarities with us (more details here: Relationships: opposites do not attract, scientists prove).

If you have a better option, there’s no reason to complain. If you don’t have a better option, it makes no sense to complain.

Days ago I was taking care of my daughter. She’s 2 years old and has recently started throwing tantrums consistently. It can be very irritating, but I do my best not to succumb to my irritation and to take the most effective action:

I was raised Catholic by my parents. For as far as I can remember, the whole family would go to the church every Sunday.

It hurts, and we feel like paying back, making the offender suffer just like we did.