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Letting Go of Rage and Hatred, Even When Both Are Valid and Warranted
I’ve been there, I speak from experience when I say it’s not necessary nor worth it.
When my best friend died, I couldn’t be sad because I was too busy covering up my grief with unadulterated and random anger. I was murderously mad at the world. Homicidal levels of hatred for humanity as a whole at the time. Some of it was misplaced at times maybe, others it was spot on. But it still wasn’t worth it. It still wasn’t worth the energy it stole from me. The peaceful moments it robbed me of blindly, I’ll never get them back. For every second I spent seething about this, that, or the third, I could’ve been smiling, or surfing or skiing. If I was good at any of the three, anyway. For every fit of rage, I wasted my time and hormones on, I could’ve been asking a woman out or for her phone number. I mean statistically speaking, you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take. There’s nothing wrong with missing the shot, it happens. It’s not taking it and making up an excuse of why you didn’t or worse yet missing it and being a bad sport about it, not just a loser but a sore and bruised one. Blaming it on everything and everyone except you and the shot you missed. Hiding your shame, embarrassment, and sadness in fake fits of rage. About anything and everything. As long as it’s not…
