Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a child, his name was Nick. From his childhood, nick had the very bad habit of getting angry at every little thing. He would easily get angry at anyone and would even use bad language sometimes. His mother worried due to his bad and angry behavior. To solve this problem his mother finds a way.
Nick had very fond of painting from his childhood. On his seventh birthday, his mother gifted him a canvas and a palette of colors.
“What’s this for?” Nick asked. His mother replied, “It’s to help you express your anger! Whatever you feel angry about, you can paint it on the canvas to get rid of that frustration.
Nick painted a building falling and said, “It’s what I want to do to my school. I hate everyone there. The kids keep bullying and criticizing me. I feel so angry at them.” “Oh, Nick! Do it again! Paint whatever you feel inside and whatever you think you want to do.” Nick took another sheet and started painting. From that day, whatever made Nick angry had to be painted on a sheet.
By the weekend, Nick had painted several disturbing paintings. His mother went to his room and found some of the paintings on the wall. She collected some and took Nick to the garden with his paintings. “Tell me, Nick, what are these paintings about?” asked his mother.
Nick said, “It’s about those kids that always act so smart. They flash their expensive clothes and cellphones and make me look like a loser. The next is the teacher who keeps saying that I don’t perform well enough. The third painting is about the dad who always keeps reminding me of how well he used to do when he was my age,”.
“Hmm… Now think and tell me what is the one thing common in all of them?” his mother asked.
“I’m angry at all of them,” replied Nick.
“Exactly! You reacted to each person who said something bad about you or criticized you. Your anger was in their power not to yours,”.
Nick realized his mistake and he said, “You’re right! While painting this, I threw the colors on my paintings imagining that I was throwing something at them. I never tried to understand them and was getting angry all along without any reason,”
Nick’s mother told to him, “Each bad word that you said to them left a hole in their heart. Those kids did well for themselves, not to put you down. Your teachers tell you to improve because they know your potential and dad compares himself with you only to inspire you, to tell you that if he was able to do it, so can you!”
“You’re right, mom! But anger overpowers me and I’m not able to think properly!”
His mother told him that whenever he gets angry, he could take a deep breath and count to twenty before he reacts. She also told him to think happy thoughts and divert himself from that situation. By this, slowly and steadily, he would be able to control his anger.
Nick thanked his mother and promised to try this and kept on painting.
After a long time, he hugged his mother and felt good. With time, Nick’s behavior changed. He was much happier than before and started treating everyone with love. His paintings, too, had changed as they were less about anger and more about happiness and love. All of this was possible as he had learned the art of having control over his anger.
“Controlling anger can be simple if you are committed to controlling it.”