Tuesday, August 05, 2008

...-=Anger Management=-...

The reason why I don't like being angry and confrontation is that most times, when I'm angry I deliberately hurt people by saying things that I know would hurt them. I have done this in the past - not just once but a few many times, mostly when I was a lot younger. I get all fired up, blow off steam then feel bad - knowing that no matter how much I apologise, things will never be the same as I have hurt the person - emotionally, mentally.

I have been good the past couple of years with trying to control my temper, trying to be more patient and learning how to hold back anger when needed. Besides, who wants to feel angry and upset? The negative energy can wear you down and it can be so exhausting - bad for your healthy cells and most specially the soul.

Anger doesn't do any good to anyone. Not to the person who is angry nor the the person who is receiving the angry treatment. I am hoping to one day be as Zen and anger-free like the Monks in the temple of Thailand... Smiling is better - it wont give you any wrinkles, will make you look younger and having that look of contentment is the most beautiful and most attractive thing in a person.

Below is a story about a boy and his father teaching him about anger management... it made me think and smile... Keep smiling!!!

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There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, it won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry," the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.


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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Que bueno, guapa! Now you must learn Spanish! I think we will be going to Sidney end of 2008 now so you must learn! But you talk to Paco to book for flights porque él es terco! Jajajaja!!!

Te quiero Pequeña Flor!

Your Purple Friend, Violet