Repost: Why So Angry?
I just finished reading a book where one of the main characters (a Buddhist monk) asks another main character (a westerner) this one simple question:
"Why so angry?"
And the westerner's reply?
Ironically, he's kind of angry about being asked such a question.
You see, he doesn't think he's angry at all.
I have thought about that question a lot lately (Why so angry?).
I wonder whether a lot of us (ME?) are walking around Planet E rather angry?
Well, maybe not angry in the literal sense of the word, but angry as in frustrated, sad, short-fused, impatient, intolerant, overwhelmed, etc.
Why?
Well, for me and my house, I think when we are angry it's because we have filled our lives with too much noise.
It's chaotic. And chaos makes us cranky.
I love metaphors, so here goes:
If life is a radio, then I'm trying to listen to 1.1 million stations--
all at once!
And yet, I only have 2 ears.
So, in an effort to "listen to it all," I'm actually unable to listen to anything with real focus, real intent, and real meaning.
I've created an impossible--and often chaotic--living environment for myself.
And I think that sometimes makes me angry.
Just like the character in my book.
So, I'm going to try and cut back on the number of stations I'm trying listening to.
I'll let ya know how it goes. I'm not sure I'm programmed for "easy listening." But we'll see.
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Sidenote: Today's post originally appeared on my blog in 2010.