Picture this: you wake up one morning and everything seems perfect. Your paycheck is more than you thought it would be, your car runs right for a change, and you enter your favorite store to buy that thing you always wanted that you never quit talking about.
You walk through the front door and then, without warning, it happens. You see “them.” You know who “them” is. “Them” is that he or she that did something so catastrophic, and made life horrible for you. What’s worse is they see you in return. So, what do you do?
Deep down, you want to say that you’d beat the devil out of them, but you know that’s illegal. So, you both do the next best thing. You give one another the “eye.”
The “eye”. Medical science refers it as a semi-external organ of the body that gives you sight. Anyone who has ever been hurt in any way knows the eye is an emotionally draining staring contest with no end. It’s almost like angry texting without a cell phone.
Your squinting or blaring your eyes, and the enemy is squinting or blaring his or her eyes. In fact, I’m a recovering squinter myself. When I locked eyes with my enemy, I used to think to myself, “Oh, you just be glad I’m not Carrie White and this ain’t the prom!”
I’m not intentionally trying to be funny. Trust me; it happens just like that.
We can look at those we despise with ugly looks and eyes that disperse unholy looks of terror that tell just how we feel. It feels good at the time, right? However, what happens when it’s over? You go home and stew for the remainder of the week, and nothing is accomplished. Your enemy hasn’t burst into flame nor will he or she turn into a massive pillar of salt.
My friends remember that no one is ever worth your strong emotions. Why allow someone to have that much hold over you, when you can simply brush he or she off and walk away with more class than he or she ever dreamed of having? Besides, in this day and time, a smile for the innocently hurting is needed so much more than a stern look.
Focus on spreading kindness thicker instead of wasting your time being angry, no matter who‘s at fault. And when you do, you’ll learn that hate is a grave with no end, and only love can lift you higher to a blissful point of no return.
Never allow anyone to take 15 minutes of your peace and joy. Life’s one big hot fudge sundae, so leave the “stewing” to the vegetables.