When you get mad at
someone look for your reflection in them. It’s a reflection. So, more often
than not refracted, fragmented, distorted, and occurring on a different plane, thus not
easily recognizable. You might say for instance, no way, I am not that
thoughtless, brusque, awkward and so on. Maybe not in the frame of mind in
question, but what about other areas of life? What a relief to find out that it’s
an inner struggle and the other person is but an innocent reflector. A deep
sigh followed by an equally deep compassion toward them and yourself.
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