Anger is not merely a troublesome emotion; it is the death of sanity.
“I gang my own gait and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties I have never lost an obstinate sense of detachment, of the need for solitude–a feeling which increases with the years.” Albert Einstein
In the West, we say “thank you.” In India, the expression is offensive. Buddhism enjoins us not to thank our benefactors. And “please”? The saying of it produces a weak and queasy sound.
Violence draws and holds our attention but it is pike-in-the-weeds impatience that represents anger in its most relentless and corrosive aspect.
Kindness begins at home, with the self. Self-contempt is a grievous error.