Resignation

When is it time to let go? My struggles are more with the small things than the larger designs of fate. I have resigned myself to these larger designs of fate where nothing is okay. Those big struggles are in the back burner in the kitchen of the struggle to live.
What perturbs are the small things -  the ones that we believe are supposed to indeed go our way. We feel that with some efforts will go out way but they don't. That's when the feeling of defeat and chagrin sets in. Our anger and fury cannot distinguish between between the grief of loss and the bruising of the ego. 

How does one overcome this 'righteous' anger?  

For me it is food and water. Their consumption pacifies me. Others have their own unique pacifiers- for some it's the voice or arms of their loved ones, for some it is a punching bag and for some it's turning into a monster to someone else or trying to control another situation which is supposed to go one's way.

Since time moves forward, we will always battle these small incidents and keep getting angry, angrier and angriest.

What's the cure for this angst? How deep down does the spiral of anger goes really, as we fail one surmountable mountain after another?

I pause and think - I need some water.

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