Was that emotions are choices. Options. Decisions to be made, and maybe changed, a time or two or ten, to other decisions that might work better.
How many times in youth and ignorance and laziness of inclination, did I rail against the truth. Empowering reasons as my point of validation.
To friends, I would rant, justifying my place of emotions: “Anyone would feel this way if XYZ did that to them.” or, “said that to them.” They would be be p***d of too!
Later, much later, it hit my thoughts strongly: maybe not. And then the real biggie: Why? Why would anyone put so much energy into something/ anything, so truly, (in hindsight ) petty and insignificant.
For sure it is not what other people do ‘to’ us, or say ‘to’ us. For sure it is what we do with what and how other people treat us.
And do we continue to frequent the company of the ones who are so silly, or mean, or without control of their mouths, or Heaven forbid, their other hurtful parts.
Emotions, and our attitudes in their right or wrong use, are completely, totally within our selective control.
Too, I learned that stubbornness reacts. Determination initiates.
Just saying between me and my oh so dear reader.