I closed my eyes for a second and swapped the silver sedan for a heavy, spotted bovine. If a cow were standing there, chewing cud and staring blankly at my windshield, would I honk? Would I scream about the unfairness of the universe? No. I’d probably laugh. I would accept that a cow does what a cow does.
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The anger began to dissolve because the "wrong" being done to me was just a story I was telling myself. That driver has their own burdens, their own rushing thoughts, their own "cow-like" nature. By demanding the world be "fair" according to my schedule, I was the one creating my own suffering. I closed my eyes for a second and
My grip tightened on the wheel. I could feel the heat rising in my chest—a familiar, toxic bloom of "how dare they." In that moment, the driver wasn't just a person; they were an obstacle, an enemy, a thief of my time. But then I remembered the cow. This sounds like you're diving into the principles
