You know, I've never questioned my religion. I've never been very religious, but I've never questioned it. One of my books, Anger by Thich Nhat Hanh, brings up Buddhism. Well, it doesn't actually bring it up, it's ABOUT Buddhism. I don't know what I think about it. I think it makes sense. I think that I believe it. But should I? I don't really know.
Regardless of that, Buddhists believe that the only way to be truly happy is to be free of negative emotions, especially anger. It's almost like anger is this toxin that is in your body and you need to be able to detox in order to be "free," as they call it. It made me think, you know? Surely if I wasn't so angry all the time my life would be better. But is it true that I've never been truly happy before because I'm so angry? It made me think about some depressing things.
I tried to think of the last time I could say I was truly happy. Not content where things are going okay and I can smile, but truly happy. The kind of happy where you feel like you're floating on air and you whistle all the time, where you get lost in the moment because it's just that good. I can't remember when that was. (Which, of course, made me angry.)
So do I believe in Buddhism? Well, I'm skeptical. But I'll for damn sure give it a try.
So, I've found my triggers, I know what makes me the most angry, and since I'm not to keen on the idea of meditation, Buddhism says that I need to talk to people about my anger. Look out, mom, here I come!
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