Anger: a “Dubious Luxury”
Add a little flame to hot alcohol to make a flambé. It works for desserts - not so much for me.
Anger is the heat, alcohol the fuel, and my peace and happiness are what gets scorched. Blame and resentment become the byproducts, which cause even more destruction all around me, negatively affecting those I love as well as innocent bystanders.
If I truly want to grow spiritually, I must be willing to dig a little deeper, to aim to see situations from a higher perspective, and to change that which is changeable. Anger keeps my perspective shuttered. It keeps me tethered to the problem.
When I feel a resentment brewing, I have to find the smoldering anger beneath it. Why am I mad? Did someone not meet my expectations? Was I not being true to myself? Am I forgetting that there is a Higher Understanding at work? Did God forget to ask my opinion?
There is already much sweetness to life, if I remain open to it. I don’t need the dramatic flames to enjoy - and share - a delicious dessert.
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