How soon after you first notice it, do you start feeling the seedlings of frustration sprout within you?
How long is it before your frustration is already a happy sapling?
And then how soon after that is it such a mighty oak that you are spewing vocabulary that would make a sailor look like a priest?
Good questions all. But the most important question is this:
How many times has a red light changed to green because of the anger (rage?) you displayed?
I was driving home the other day and of the 25+ traffic lights I encountered, every single one I encountered was…. wait for it …… green! I literally cannot remember the last time I had that happen and I will not lie, I loved it. I loved everything about it – not having to change pedals from gas to brake and back again, enjoying a non-stop ride as if I was sailing on a calm sea and getting to my destination before time – all made for a pretty enjoyable drive.
As soon as I realized that I was hitting all greens (on about the 9th intersection) I knew that I will likely hit all greens until I get home. Just that anticipation made me feel like a queen and in my perceived state of royalty, I started to wonder why I couldn’t hit all greens all the time, every time I drove. Yup, I got greedy. I had also become unrealistic (I mean what kind of odds was I espousing?).
Within minutes I forgot all about the smooth sailing I was enjoying just a few minutes prior and found a subtle frustration eroding my drive. It was only when I got home and realized I was semi-fuming for no obvious reason that a few life lessons dawned on me.
(A) I had just squandered away the better part of a rare experience.
(B) I had literally created for myself, a frustration out of something that was going my way.
(C) I had become so ‘comfortable’ in my all green light experience I forgot all my regular safe driving protocols, speeding all the way home – neither safe nor savvy and until that day, so not me.
As soon as I realized the above, I realized how very important those red lights would have been to my own safety, the safety of others and to my ability to exercise tolerance. Suddenly, I came to regret not having a few red lights along the way because it dawned on me that they share a bigger purpose than just controlling traffic. They are a tool for self-discipline. So, whether on the road or the journey of life, I have come to regard red lights as a pause that serve me rather than hinder my style and now, I love those red lights!
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