- If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, accept it. Those are your only options. Crying and whining, or throwing a temper tantrum, won't change anything. It doesn't matter how much crying you do, or how big your temper tantrum is - Once you're done crying or throwing your temper tantrum, you either have to change it, or accept it. Me personally - My alarm would go off, and I would dread going to work. Get to work and do things I hated. Get a paycheck that was absolute shit compared to the work I was doing. And I was always angry. - Then I told myself that I needed to either accept it or change it. The next day my alarm went off, and I got up because that's what I needed to do. I went to work and did things I didn't like, I was given a paycheck. And I told myself that this was what I had to do and how much I'd be paid, and if I didn't like it I'd have to change it. But the point is that I stopped thinking about how much it sucked. I stopped imagining that there was this fantasy world where the grass was greener, or where things were the way I wanted them to be. Instead of saying that this is the way things should be, I accepted that this is the way things are. And if I didn't like it, I'd have to change it. And it was all on me. No one else. All of us (to some extent) act like the stereotypical millennial who thinks that the world should revolve around us, or that the world should be the way we want it. Whether that's expecting our paychecks to be what we deserve, or that our phones shouldn't break if we drop them. Things don't go your way? *Boo-hoo. No one cares.* - Suck it up and quit crying that you didn't get your way. Also, you need a goal. You need a reason to put up with all the bullshit. And the reason you need a goal is because a goal has an end. As one example - You go to the gym, strain your body, lift heavy shit. Not because you want to lift heavy heavy things and strain your body. You do it so that you don't look like all the fatties and soyboys; so that all the girls want to be with you. It sucks lifting heavy shit. But you do it because there's a reason for it, because there's something to gain from it. You drop your phone - *"Well that sucks, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's over and done with, I can't change it, so I just have to accept it."* You have to go into work and spend more than half your waking hours at a place you don't want to be, doing shit you don't want to do - *"I get a paycheck. I'm going to invest or save that until I can _____."* Or, *"This is the job I have and how much I'll get paid. If I don't like it I'm the one who has to change it."* You need to consciously tell yourself that crying and temper tantrums don't change anything. You either have to accept it, or change it. And you need a goal. A reason for putting up with all of life's bullshit. A goal that has an end. It's amazing what you will do, what you'll put up with, how hard you'll fight, and how much you can make yourself suffer if you consciously know that there is a purpose and an end goal to it.