Approach To O...: The Cow In The Parking Lot: A Zen

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.

The asphalt shimmered with midday heat, and there it was: the last spot in the lot. I signaled, angled my wheels, and prepared to claim my prize. Then, a silver blur streaked past. A sedan lurched into the space, the driver stepping out without so much as a glance in my direction. The Cow in the Parking Lot: A Zen Approach to O...

This sounds like you're diving into the principles of by Leonard Scheff and Susan Edmiston. My grip tightened on the wheel

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. The asphalt shimmered with midday heat, and there