Anger and Hate

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.

Buddha

I confess, this one really is a sage piece of advice, and yet so many find it hard to get go. There are times when I have been angry, and yes it is hard to let go. But anger, and hate, are two emotions that tire you, make you winded and worn, and benefits you nothing at all, not even satisfaction of being angry or hating.

I am angry, and there are things I hate. I never thought I'd be capable of hating a person, but I learnt I am wrong there too. And I am angry about that.

I only hope that it runs it's course and sooner rather than later.

In response to my blog Cleaning House, some person put up a comment that s/he is too busy to write. To that I can only cite an example that happened to my parents when I was a child, and a lesson I never forgot.

My parents kept mentioning they had to visit a relative who was ill, and yet could not find the time. Said relative passed away, and they made the time to attend the funeral. But for years after, I heard regret that they did not visit whilst the person was alive.

Would you rather make time to enjoy your friends and family while they are alive, or would you visit after they're gone and couldn't care two hoots whether you attended the funeral or not?

I always find it ironic we disrespect the living and respect the dead.