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.