Stilling the waters requires having to sit and observe all that is within and without you. Perhaps the only thing that is true in our respective realities is knowing that we have the day to look forward ahead to. On the train, I become panicked not knowing whether or not it will be crowded. I stood at the pole near the opening doors, holding onto it for dear life. An unsuspecting man walked up to me and turned his back to me. He leaned on the pole. His back grazed my hand. I feel trapped. I moved my hand up. It’s early in the morning, and I am wondering why he made this decision. The stilled waters are muddied by an experience I am witnessing in front of me. I’d like to believe that this man has given up. I move away from him toward the end of the car, and I observe with a judicious eye until I reach my stop and can feel the sweat beads dripping down my back.
I don’t think we have enough time to process what bothers us throughout the day, because, like a one wise man had told me, we have a bunch of other things that are going on around us. In a culture where we are working to put out the fires, there is sometimes not enough water to put out what rages within us. So what do we do? Let the flames engulf our temple until we are yelling into oblivion? On the public transit, behind the wheel of a car, or sitting in the passenger seat, there’s often not much for us to do but to watch the scene in front of us play out. Our morning commute is a reminder of the pain we must endure on the road. In order to start the car, one must put the key into the ignition and choose to drive. No one else is there to get you to where you need to be. So what do you do? You may tell yourselves about what is happening at that moment. Beware, as this could affect the entire day, our own inner voice being the influence.
Or we could choose to believe the lighter voice of the angel within us. “I don’t know what that man is going through. I know what I have been going through. And the best I can do is be kind to myself, even if I am a sweaty, stressed out mess.”
Face it, in the afternoon, we have to return home. In order to do this, we have to remember why we are doing all of this in the first place.
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