Raging over the small stuff

People are strange. They’ll lose it over a lukewarm coffee, a slow driver, a delayed train. But when it comes to the big stuff—the years slipping by, the dreams they let rot—they barely flinch. Maybe it’s just easier to throw a fit over the small stuff, vent it out where it’s safe. Because what’s the alternative? Admit the train delay isn’t the real problem? Realise you don’t even want to be on that train, that you’re headed in entirely the wrong direction? Because that’s the truth, isn’t it? Half of us are so busy raging at the small stuff we never stop to see we’re not even on the right track.

F**k that stung.

Because it’s so easy to fall into that trap of “raging over the small stuff”, when I should really be focusing on the problem that caused it.

Most of life is this way.

I slam doors that don’t shut properly when I’m in a bad mood after a bad day at work. But it’s not the door that’s the problem, it’s why tf am I in a bad mood from.

I snap at people when they distract me from my task, but how did I get there in the first place? Why am I so anxious over a task that I cannot even take a moment respite?

The computer hangs a bit after a click and I could almost feel like I’m gonna lose it. But why, what’s so wrong with a few small seconds?

Raging over the small stuff almost always points to a some bigger stuff I’ve been ignoring. Usually for far too long.

The small stuff is signal.

Listen.