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title: "Compassion and Aggression"
date: 2006-12-13
description: "I am not a quiet person. I don't sneak up behind people, they see me coming, they can hear my footfall and feel my presence in the room before I make myself kno..."
categories: ["Dharma Writings"]
tags: ["aggression", "chi", "compassion", "karma", "ki", "mindfulness", "oneness", "reincarnation", "soul"]
url: /blog/compassion-and-aggression/
---

# Compassion and Aggression

I am not a quiet person.  I don't sneak up behind people, they see me coming, they can hear my footfall and feel my presence in the room before I make myself known.  I usually enter rooms by pushing doors open with strength, not subtlety.  My voice carries, even as I whisper.

I am trying to make less of an impact upon my environment, I am trying to be that person in the room that no one sees until he speaks.  I actively think about entering rooms and leaving rooms with out people taking notice.  I don't know how well this is working yet.

All of this to set the stage: I am aggressive.

Didn't see that one coming, did ya?

Compassion.  I don't know that I had ever really thought about compassion before a few months ago.  I started to read about meditation and mindfulness.  I wanted to learn to calm my mind, to control my emotions and to still my tongue.  Along the way I started to read more about Buddhism. Now I have quite a little library dedicated to The Buddha and the various forms of Buddhism practiced around the world.  I lean more to the northern Buddhism, specifically Tibetan form of Vajray?na Buddhism.

Back to compassion though; I found that I started to see the world differently.  Buddhism teaches that there is no division, no boundaries between you and I.  We are all linked together, one organism in a way.  My upbringing was one of Christian values, that whole love thy neighbor thing.  I believe in that, no doubt, and I have always tried to look out for others.  I was gifted with size and as such I have kind of always thought it was my lot in life to protect those who can not protect themselves.  That doesn't always work out in my favor.

Now that I am seeing the homeless as simply me, that changes how I think of their plight.  The starving child on the television, the old man driving the boat on the interstate... they are all me.  If that doesn't change your attitude - nothing will.

Suddenly the homeless guy near our office isn't someone who I blindly drive by every day.  I mean sure, I occasionally gave him a buck or two if I had them handy, but now I actually say hello to him as well.  He is a really nice guy too.

You know something; he was always just the 'Can Guy' carrying his garbage bag full of soda cans who waved at you and smiled, acknowledging you and saying "Have a good day" in his own way.  Now I have to wonder what he knows that I don't, what keeps him moving forward, what allows him to be able to smile and wish me a good day?  Is it altruistic or is he only doing it in the hopes that I will offer him something in return?

Maybe he is like a sadhu, maybe he is a simple holy man and this is how he chooses to live.

My aggressive nature is hard to suppress, even with those who should only see compassion from me.  Well, I guess everyone should only see compassion from each of us really, but you know what I mean.  With my family, my wife, my children even, sometimes I have to remind myself to calm down, to lower my voice.

Just a few nights ago my son told me it worried him when I spoke in a low voice, that it meant I was really upset.  I laughed at that, but it is sad.

So I am trying.  Can you tell?