My dad was a mild mannered man. I never saw him get angry and only occasionally saw him mildly irritated and then only briefly. He only ever swore in one situation. It wasn’t that he swallowed his anger (to fester inside). It was more as if he was on another plane of existence, as if he wasn’t always there. Perhaps he (his spirit) hadn’t fully incarnated into his body. That does happen.
He was not a practical man in any sense of the word and had absolutely no affinity, or interest, in mechanical things. He learned to drive when you didn’t need a licence. Lucky for him, as he would never have passed the test. He used the wrong gears, crashed his gears and raced the engine. He cut people up and generally managed to turn cars into jalopies in record time. In desperation, one mechanic adjusted the accelerator cable so the car only ever had half power. He didn’t appear to notice (although those of us learning to drive did).
He was supremely detached from it all. Except! Except when another motorist blared the horn at him – invariably justified. Then he would wind his window down and shout out “Learn to bl….dy drive.”
We would shrink, embarrassed, into our seats, hoping no-one we knew saw us.
We only ever see in others what is in ourselves. If it isn’t in us, we miss it completely. This can be a bitter pill to swallow. But for me, life is about growth. To grow, to mature, to evolve. When we stop growing, I believe we lose interest in life.
We need to learn from our faults and limitations, to grow. To grow, we need to leave our pride behind, our judgements, our guilt, our apathy, our fear, our shame, even our grief. Or at least put them on temporary hold. Even just recognising them is growth.
If you need help with this, as most people are likely to, good homeopathic treatment offers you the best (and easiest) way forward.