Frustration is a futile negotiation with reality, a refusal to accept the present moment.
No amount of shouting moves the chariot through crowded streets more swiftly. Reiterating the same reproaches alters not the character of a companion. Anger at a postponed journey advances it no sooner.
By wrestling with the facts before us, we obscure our perception of potential paths forward.
Energy spent resisting what cannot be changed detracts from our capacity to improve what can.
The mountain is indifferent to our protests, yet by calming the mind and observing, we may discern a way around.