I re-read this short-lived blog series almost 5 years after the posting of the first entry. Writing this feels like making a surprise gift for me and my readers, if you are still here. My anger at the bank, after the protests, COVID, a new job at the University, and now my PhD, is a distant memory that I look fondly. I've made friends at the job. I am a lot more sensitive to money matters, which has helped, and will help me thorough my life. It was not that shitty of a job actually.
Two things that I want to say. First, feelings, no matter how strong they seem when we are at the throe of them, will ultimately change. Even if our limbic systems are not just switches of our various emotions, we can influence them by reflection and making choices. I said I would never forgive the bank. I did, and I can't see why not. It is one thing to realise that an institution to be bad, psychologically for my mental health, and morally for its extractive approach to labour and customers. It is another thing to remain in the simple picture of the bank, as the oppressor and me, as the victim. Adopt another perspective and sometimes the anger dissipates because it's not just about me.
Second, circumstances, no matter how inescapable they may seem, will also change. I am fortunate that my parents' Buddhist practice helps me see through all of those turbulent time. It's a simple fact that nothing lasts, and it is a joy to grow because of those changes. I'm still understanding the wisdom of non-duality, because it means that, no matter the good, or the bad that happens, there's always the Buddha way. There's always happiness in our place of the world.
To close, with an actual philosophical work, if you're interested in the philosophy of anger, please check out Agnes Callard's "The Reason to be Angry Forever". See if you want to be angry forever :)105Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIa3p9t9kUN
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