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Life is Hard

Have you ever said that to your parent?


The sentence 'life is hard' ?


If you haven't, I don't suggest you do. I'd rather just give you a summary of the response you are 70% likely to get.


"What have you done that life is hard? What is hard about your life? Do you know what life is that you're calling it hard? In my day..."


There might be other variations- some gentler, others harsher- but the basic framework of the response you are more than likely to get is laid out above.


It may be frustrating, but both sides are right.


Your life being hard is nothing compared to how hard their life is, however, a wise person once said "because it's a three year old's problem doesn't mean it's not a problem. It might be the greatest challenge they've ever faced. Their broken toy car to them is the same as your scratched up luxury car"



The situation might not be the same, but the emotion is. 


As a result, you are justified in saying life is hard. It's not a positive affirmation and I don't recommend anyone regardless of age should say it at all, however, life can be hard for a teen.


It's just not fair saying it in front of people whose lives are a bit more complicated because they have you. 


It's like saying you hate the colour of your eyes to someone who has no eyes, or saying you wish you could switch your siblings to someone who lost a sibling. 

You are free to feel however you wish, but you are being inconsiderate when communicating with the other party. You can share those feelings with someone else if you find the need to share at all.


Pick your conversation partners wisely.


It's a live saving skill.

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