There’s a wonderful woman I know of, who is living her life for a great social cause. She’s been doing this for the last thirty years, started at the age of seventeen.
She doesn’t get angry.
Always works to uplift people.
Cooks great food for them.
Listens to their problems.
All epic. Super-commendable.
But I can often sense hidden anger within her. Because the people she serves don’t live up to her standards.
Because no one is going to live their lives as we suggest them to be, no matter how much good that suggestion holds.
As a matter of fact, if we force them, they might grow even more resistant.
The key is acceptance. And that is the entire journey all about. Acceptance that we can only guide them and bless them, everyone takes their own sweet time to get to a place of change.
Till then, they need our blessings.
The silent anger causes greater resistance.
And loss of trust.