When Anger Meets Silence

Today was one of those days when anger slowly rose inside me. At first, I questioned myself what am I really angry about? I looked around and realized that I have nothing much in hand: no great wealth, no heavy savings, nothing material to hold on to. If I had enough money or possessions, maybe I would have expressed my anger more freely. But here I am, with only one thing I truly own my loving job. That is my strength, my identity, and my reason to keep moving forward.

Yet people around me never stop testing my patience. Their silly reasons, their unnecessary triggers, all push me into exhaustion. Sometimes I wonder if reacting to them is even worth it. In my mind, I carry long miles to go, dreams yet to be chased, and goals still waiting for me. But between all this, a big question often stands: why does life test me like this?

Strangely, an answer came today in the form of an Instagram reel. It said, “Don’t think too much. Life has another better and best plan for you.” Those words hit me deeply. They reminded me that beyond my struggles, beyond my unanswered questions, something greater is shaping my path.

So, I pacified myself. I realized that sometimes silence is stronger than anger. Sometimes letting go is more powerful than reacting. I asked people only one thing: “Just let me go my way.”

Life is never about what I don’t have, but about what I can still become. And with that thought, I walk ahead not with anger in my heart, but with hope that the road will open to something better than I can imagine.

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