I could be angry like many people.
Or really very worried.
Or even all of the above.
But I am not.
I kinda stopped being interested.
I’ve come to see that all these states of mind are very human, but also really unhelpful, most of the time.
I don’t say they’re bad and I most certainly don’t pretend to have completely risen above them (which seems like a weird goal anyway): I have just seen too much messiness as a result of these emotions.
They dramatically narrow down the solutions we can come up with, the answers we are looking for, the stuff that might help us take things into a new direction.
Of course, if you’re a fan of being worried or scared or critical or skeptical, you’ll probably have many good reasons to stick to that approach.
I get it.
You might look around at the world and point your furious finger at whatever is going on, and tell me ‘there’s a VERY FUCKING good reason for your anger!’
And maybe you’re right, that’s not my point.
It is totally up to you to be angry with the world or not, or desperate, or anxious, or whatever makes sense in the moment.
My point is that changing things you think are not working very well, is a million times easier and productive and hopeful coming from a place of clarity and peace.
Emotions just get in the way, most of the time, and turn things into shit.
They are one-sided and cloud our judgment.
They turn vast, endless consciousness into a tiny, nervous beam of light.
And that doesn’t really get you anywhere.
Now sometimes anger coincides with a good idea.
Sometimes anxiety reveals something helpful.
But the power is in the idea, or the insight, not the anger or anxiety.
Most of the time when you are drowning in emotions, life is just very, very uncomfortable and painful and complex and dense, and it makes you blame the world, and blaming the world is where you get lost.
It’s where you feel utterly powerless.
And you don’t have to.
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