Let Go of Anger

Once upon a time in a quaint village, there lived a woman known for her fiery temper. She had a tendency to get angry over the smallest of things, and this anger seemed to rule her life. One day, feeling overwhelmed by her own anger, she decided to seek guidance from a renowned monk known for his wisdom.

Upon arriving at the monk’s humble abode, the woman poured out her story, explaining how anger seemed to haunt her every step. The monk listened attentively and then led her to a quiet room. With a swift motion, he locked the door, leaving the woman bewildered and trapped in her own frustration.

Inside the room, the woman’s anger boiled over, and she began to curse and scream, demanding to be released. However, the monk remained unmoved, as though her anger meant nothing to him. Hours passed, and the woman’s rage slowly simmered down.

Desperation took hold of her, and she began to plead for her release. To her surprise, the monk still ignored her cries. Finally, when her voice grew hoarse and she fell silent, the monk approached the door.

With a calm demeanor, he asked, “Are you still angry?”

The woman, still perplexed by the situation, replied, “I am angry at myself for ending up in this terrible place and enduring this suffering.”

The monk, with a hint of wisdom in his eyes, said, “How can you find peace if you cannot forgive yourself?” With a gentle wave of his robes, he left her alone once again.

Time passed, and the monk returned to inquire, “Are you still angry?”

The woman pondered for a moment and then responded, “I am not angry anymore. There’s no point in being angry when it changes nothing.”

The monk nodded, but he had one more lesson to impart. “You have learned not to be angry, but have you truly understood the worth of your anger?”

As he walked away, the woman felt a deep sense of curiosity. Eventually, the monk returned, this time holding a cup of tea in his hand. He poured the tea into a bowl, and the woman watched the liquid closely.

Suddenly, it clicked. She understood.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, the woman thanked the monk and left the room, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. The monk’s lesson had struck a chord within her.

Why be angry? Anger was like someone else’s spit that you chose to swallow, leaving you feeling queasy. It could dissipate if you chose not to dwell on it.

She realized that anger was merely a way of punishing herself for other people’s mistakes. Life was too precious to be wasted on such fruitless emotions. There were countless blessings and moments of happiness to be enjoyed.

As the saying goes, “A peaceful mind is more valuable than a safe body, and an open heart is more precious than a spacious home.” Being angry was like using other people’s faults to punish oneself.

In the grand tapestry of life, there were many trivial matters that didn’t deserve the weight of anger. The woman understood that, ultimately, anger only hurt her, physically and mentally, while others remained untouched.

Life was filled with its ups and downs, and not everything would go as planned. When faced with troubles, she knew that tolerance and understanding were the keys to maintaining her inner peace, allowing her to bask in the sunshine of life.

And so, the woman’s journey continued with a newfound perspective, leaving anger behind as she embraced the beauty of each day.

Thank you for reading!