A Bitter pill
A heart filled with anger has no room for love.
I don’t pretend reality is the same for everyone. Truth must be found in reality, not systems. Everyone grows but not everyone becomes mature. Ego is like cyanide. Instantly kills dialogue. Always needs to be kept satisfied. Failures make you humble, they make you realize that you are not the center of the world, proving that we are all alike, and they also shower you with wisdom. That’s why I have always been a great fan of failures as they offer you more than success can. The problem is when we’re bent on dealing with problems, we end up having a problem with facing reality; But when we face reality and accept our present situation, problems become less of a problem. The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction. Weak people believe what is forced on them. Strong people what they wish to believe, forcing that to be real.
In order to be a teacher you’ve got to be a student first. The closer you come to knowing that you alone create the world of your experience, the more vital it becomes for you to discover just who is doing the creating. Happiness is not the achievement of dreams.It is the path to dreams. I have a subconscious list of rules for how reality should work. I did not develop these rules on purpose, and most of them don’t make sense which is disturbing when you consider that they are an attempt to govern the behavior of reality but they exist, and they play a large role in determining how I react to the things that happen to me. Large enough that a majority of the feelings I feel are simply a reaction to reality not complying with my arbitrary set of rules. Reality doesn’t give a shit about my rules, and this can’t upset me. The harder you fall, the heavier your heart; the heavier your heart, the stronger you climb; the stronger you climb, the higher your pedestal. Where there is anger there is always pain underneath.
Most promises were broken before they were made. Anger is like flowing water; there’s nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human. Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change. Anger is just anger. It isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It’s like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice. Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you are. In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief. Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best. It is wise to direct your anger towards problems not people; to focus your energies on answers not excuses. How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it. Conquer the angry one by not getting angry; conquer the wicked by goodness; conquer the stingy by generosity, and the liar by speaking the truth. Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror. Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one’s own actions or lack of action. If it leads to change then it can be useful, since it is then no longer guilt but the beginning of knowledge. Yet all too often, guilt is just another name for impotence, for defensiveness destructive of communication; it becomes a device to protect ignorance and the continuation of things the way they are, the ultimate protection for changeableness. There are two things a person should never be angry at, what they can help, and what they cannot
Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge & harboring anger/resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people. But not those who have hurt us, forget them, instead get even with those who have helped us. Transformation is my favorite game and in my experience, anger and frustration are the result of you not being authentic somewhere in your life or with someone in your life. Being fake about anything creates a block inside of you. Life can’t work for you if you don’t show up as you. Anger is an essential part of being human. People are taught to deny themselves anger, and in this, they are actually opening themselves up to hate. The more you deny yourself the freedom to be angry, the more you will hate. Let yourself be angry, and hate will disintegrate, and when hate disintegrates, forgiveness prevails. May the fleas of a thousand camels invade the crotch of the person that ruins your day. And may their arms be to short too scratch. There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. Anger based on calculated reason is more dangerous than anger based on blind hate.
Only courageous hearts can endure the bitterness of truth. Life is so short. The only person you hurt when you stay angry or hold grudges is you. Forgive everyone, including yourself. Accomplishments don’t erase shame, hatred, cruelty, silence, ignorance, discrimination, low self-esteem or immorality. It covers it up, with a creative version of pride and ego. Only restitution, forgiving yourself and others, compassion, repentance and living with dignity will ever erase the past. How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him. At the heart of all anger, all grudges, and all resentment, you’ll always find a fear that hopes to stay anonymous.
As soon as anger knocks at one’s door, wisdom prepares to leave.