“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.”
Good advice, but hard to follow. It’s so much fun to keep anger in our core, it keeps us going -even though we might be going in the wrong direction. Anger is the fuel that keeps the engine humming.
I have felt anger in my life, and I can hold a grudge endlessly. I am like an elephant, I don’t forget, not even the slightest wrongdoing.
One day I woke up and I let it all go. Why be angry at the world, if the world doesn’t change. Why keep anger up against people, who might have just upset me by telling me things I didn’t want to hear. Being angry at the past, yep…that too. Anger kept me stuck in the past, there was no room to think about the future.
Maybe aging has given me the gift of just not giving a hoot anymore.
I play cards online. I chose the player name No-Drama-Llama and people seem to understand. They leave me alone. Am I weird? Most definitely and mighty proud of it. Don’t get me wrong, I love drama, printed and bound, either on my kindle or in hardcover on my nightstand, but that’s about it.
Sometimes I wonder if people even want their problems fixed? What then, what is left of life if all the drama would be gone? Wouldn’t that mean they have to deal with their own life?
I am not sure how it happened. I know it was a process, but somehow in the middle of surgeries, pre-op’s, COVID and the lockdown I have simplified my life. Now looking back I can see that I have been working on it for years. It was a step-by-step process, baby-steps in the right direction.
Decluttering my life, keeping it real. Lots of love in my little bubble these days, even self-love which doesn’t come easy.
I think there comes a day in one’s life when you walk away from all the drama, even your own. When you just can’t take it anymore.
Paper boats of forgiveness, leaving us in peace.