Anger results from disapproval of the things thrust upon a person in life; likely things repeatedly thrust upon us: injury, loss, betrayal, injustice, fear, misery, grief, and dismay. Why does this happen?
One looks at a majestic mountain in wonder, but how does that mountain become majestic? It is uplifted by powerful forces beyond its awareness, and then torn down by erosion acting relentlessly. The mountain may again be lifted up, only to find itself again torn down; over and over forces greater then the mountain act together in varied balance while the mountain itself is helpless to do anything about it.
The mountain stands and cannot help but see the talus of its former self, lying exposed at its feet; forever lost. Much has already been carried away as immaterial to the mountain’s current form.
But the mountain need not look at its feet grieving its past. It need not fret about the wedged ice now cleaving off another slab of its form; that too will shatter as it inevitably slides down the mountain face adding yet more to losses below.
The mountain may not be able to control the balance of forces acting on it but it can control what it gives its attention to. It can look at the loss lying at its feet, or, it can look to the Sun and stars above contemplating the form it is becoming. As it does this it learns its loss has become gifts to that below; its materials are used to create other land forms; a niche the bear may peacefully shelter under during its winter hibernation; a safe place for the mountain cat to secretly rear her young; residuals become soils that yield foods for the myriad of things; foods springs forth, free for the taking. From loss – arises gain.
The purposes at work are not one’s own. There is little the mountain can do but wait. To be free of strife the mountain need only be still, as Purpose will bring forth completeness in its time.