Trick to get over anger
Let’s face it. You, me and all those who are the reasons for our frustrations.
The fucktard who cheated you in the relationship.
The narcissistic bitch who manipulated you for her benefit.
The devil that messed up your life.
The idiot who made an ugly remark about your body.
The coward who never stood up for you.
The asshole who swings his loyalty to fit in the coolness economy.
The bastard who took credits for your work.
The stupid who makes you wonder how she was hired.
The sloth who drives you up the wall.
The whatever-deragatory-noun who verbs you into another noun.
Nobody was born that way or meant to be a bastard, a bitch, an idiot, an asshole, a stupid, a sloth. And remember, nobody is perfect. At this precise moment, there’s absolutely no guarantee there’s none thinking of you and me the same way.
Venting it all out to a friend (or say to a whole bunch of strangers you have no idea of) sure, gives you the fleeting sense of someone has heard me, someone has validated my concept of existence.
But, this is not the solution.
The problem is there’s no real solution. There’s always an icy fossil of broken and hurt relationship floating in the web. It’s hard to erase memories or avoid irrational, heartless humans in this digitally-connected world. (Nope, serially blocking or ‘unfriending’ doesn’t work, even I’ve tried)
But there’s a trick.
The trick I use to get over my anger and keep my sanity intact (however bizarre it might sound) is in looking at 2 pictures.
A picture of them when they were a kid.
Smiling with glassy, hopeful eyes.
I’m not suggesting you to don your stalker hat and evolve into a paedophile at the end of this exercise. Instead, marvel at the innocence. Rejoice they started out as human beings with no ill-intentions. Somewhere down in the twists and turns of life, they saw cruelty, they endured rejection, they faced a contagious injustice.
The other is the picture of the Pale Blue Dot.
Other than you and me, who else is listening to us?
Who is listening to the Earth?
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.- Carl Sagan
I realise my problems are just too invisible out there. I stop being angry over things that break me and instead focus on my strengths.
Quit complaining. Quit being angry. All the time.
