Something happens, which takes away your peace of mind.
Something unfair, unjust, and clearly unacceptable.
That “something” might be the Mother Emanuel Church slayings in South Carolina.
Or it might be the slaying of Walter Scott. Or Michael Brown. Or Trayvon Martin.
Or it might be ISIS.
Or it might be 911.
Etc. (this list would be endless, so I’ll stop here)
Or it might be something more mundane and personal, like that jerk at work who stole YOUR promotion. Or your parking space.
Or the jerk who cut you off while driving.
Etc. (again, another endless list, so again, I’ll stop here)
There is always someone responsible for the “something” which took away your peace of mind. Someone at fault. Someone to blame.
Most importantly, someone ELSE.
And so you become angry and outraged at that someone else, and you attack them. Your attack could be anything from an unloving thought, to an outraged post on Facebook, to the cold shoulder, to launching a war, etc. Anything.
And your attack always feels good, because after all, you are only defending yourself. “They” stole your peace of mind. “They” were unfair and outrageous and unacceptable. “They” attacked you first.
You are only defending yourself. You are only seeking fairness and justice.
Righteous anger always feels so good, so satisfying. Does it not?
But here is the question you forgot to ask: does it give you back your peace of mind?
And have you ever stopped to consider how strange it is that the feeling is the same, no matter whether it stems from a national or global calamity, or just your own mundane and trivial personal affairs?
And so it goes, day after day after day. Because this is your life. This is what you do day after day after day.
And so it goes, century after century after century. Because this is the human condition. This is what we do century after century after century.
Day after day, century after century, lifetime after lifetime you keep watching the same movie over and over and over again.
And it keeps sucking you in, every time.
You keep falling for it, every time.
There is another way.
A better way.
Time to wake up, little rabbit.
Sacred Breath 