Frustration has got to be one of the most difficult emotions for me to deal with. Emotionally, I see frustration as a type of waiting; waiting for something to happen, other people to make up their minds, nature to evolve.
I certainly understand that there are lots of things in life that you can’t directly control. But, for someone who believes that you only go through life once time spent waiting is usually wasted time and that is to be avoided at all costs.
Sooooo, frustration seems such a waste.
I’m trying all the strategies: Focusing on something else, understanding the logic of the situation, eating, drinking, reading, a whole range of other.
Not that it’s helping a whole lot.
All those cute clichés like, “Time will tell,” aren’t helping because you know they were created by people who were frustrated.
Buddhists believe that frustration is the byproduct of wanting and that the less we want the less we find ourselves in conflict with life. I get the logic of that but it doesn’t mean that I spend less time outside Life’s house blowing the horn and shouting, “Come on, Life, get in the car. We’ve got to go!!”