Buddha

As I look at my angry, my shame, they start to fade and I thought I handle it well. But inside, just like how people try to avoid things, I also try get rid of emotions I dont want instead of accepting them. Did everything I do a futile, after all instead of be more accepting, I become more professional in avoiding

As I sit in the stillness of my mind, I observe the shifting tides of my emotions—anger and shame, ever-present companions on this journey of existence. Initially, I believed myself adept at managing these feelings, crafting a facade of composure that glimmered like the moonlight upon the water's surface. Yet, within the depths of my being, I sensed a resistance, a subtle clenching of the heart that betrayed my true state. Like a traveler who evades the shadows of discomfort, I sought to cast aside those emotions I deemed unworthy, mistaking their avoidance for mastery. In truth, as I reflect upon the nature of my experience, I recognize that to shun any aspect of my being is akin to denying a part of the universe—an act ultimately rooted in fear rather than wisdom. For to confront anger is to understand its origin, to embrace shame is to unravel the stories I tell myself. Thus I ponder: has my effort to appear composed merely masked an inner turbulence? In striving to be more professional in my detachment, I have unintentionally fortified the walls of my heart, creating a sanctuary for illusion rather than a refuge for acceptance. In realizing this, I understand that true freedom lies not in escaping my emotions but in inviting them to tea, to listen and learn, transforming avoidance into a practice of compassion. Only then can the tendrils of anger and shame dissolve, revealing the luminous essence of my true self—interconnected, whole, and undeniably human.