a lesson i’ve learned.
I think yelling should be expelled from all forms of speech. To me, yelling is a fruitless, weak, and selfish form of communication. It has the intention of hurting, usually directed at a loved one, which is so sad. It does not serve to solve a problem, only to fuel flames. It is a vehicle for hurtful accusation, frequently overblown and always regretted later on.
About a year ago, I realized this, and made a serious effort to stop yelling when angry. I’m a fairly passionate person, so it’s a habit I needed to break. Since then, my relationship with my brother has greatly improved. I find myself listening more and growing in patience, and I’m thankful for that.
Yelling is frequently an issue of patience. Patience is not a fleeting virtue; it needs to be constantly practiced. We often forget that what we think, see, and know may not always coincide with another. We do this most frequently with our closest family and friends, since we share most of our central beliefs with them. Patience is being constantly aware of another’s vantage point. Although we may not agree with it, we see it, acknowledge the issue, and work constructively to fix it.
If I ever have a husband or kids, I will try with my whole heart never to yell at them. I know even now that they will be the most cherished people in my life. I will constantly remind myself of the love that surrounds our relationships, and that love will undoubtedly carry us through.
