In When Things Fall Apart, Pema Chodron writes on how our emotions control us (pleasure and pain, loss and gain, praise and blame, fame and disgrace), particularly when we undertake to eradicate (as opposed to rolling with) them. She writes:
“The human race is so predictable. A tiny thought arises, then escalates, and before we know what hits us, we’re caught up on hope and fear…. Before we know it, we’ve composed a novel on why someone is so wrong, or why we are so right, or why we must get such and such.”
I know I have a library full of those novels, even more short stories, and my head is full of drafts in progress. In not so many words, she suggests a book burning.
It occurs to me... 