I think the anger comes from not knowing who exactly to be angry at. It's easier to be angry at a single, concrete target than an amorphous blob of evil. What helps me is to realize that the amorphous blob doesn't care about my anger, and probably relishes it. In which case the anger is doing nothing but eating me up inside. Maybe more good can come from withholding our anger from the beast. Let it die from love.
I think the anger comes from not knowing who exactly to be angry at. It's easier to be angry at a single, concrete target than an amorphous blob of evil. What helps me is to realize that the amorphous blob doesn't care about my anger, and probably relishes it. In which case the anger is doing nothing but eating me up inside. Maybe more good can come from withholding our anger from the beast. Let it die from love.
What a profoundly wise and poignant essay Sarah. Wonderful, thank you.