Peace in a “food, cold” world

A story is told about a young man who joined an order of monks. 

This religious community took a vow of silence. 

He was allowed to speak two words to his superior, once a year.

At the end of his first year he reported to his superior, “Food, cold.”

At the end of the second year he said, “Bed, hard."

After a third year he announced, “I quit.” 

To this, his superior said, “Well, I’m not surprised. 

You’ve done nothing but complain since you got here.”

I wonder, does an attitude of criticism develop in me more love, joy and peace? 

If not, is there a better way to think?

"...whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

“…and the God of peace will be with you.”

Philliipians 4: 8-9