How can I complain to God anymore?⁶

This morning I was running twelve miles down Main Street to Northern Boulevard. Hundreds of people were waiting for the bus on Main Street; I could hardly run. Then I saw two lame men who were walking with canes, one after the other. I said, “God, I can’t blame You anymore. I can’t make complaints to You about my running anymore.” How could I make complaints to God when I was running so many miles and these two men were walking with canes?

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 6, Agni Press, 1981
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