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When Emotions Become Teachers

 

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

I said it almost casually, “I think the problem is that people don’t want to change.”

He didn’t respond immediately. He rarely did. He waited, not to correct me, but to see whether I would hear myself. After a long silence, he said, “Most people don’t fail to change because they don’t want to. They fail because they never see what needs to change.”

That was a little unsettling for me. “But people know a lot,” I replied. “They read, they listen, they attend sessions. They understand what is right and wrong.”

He smiled slightly. “Knowing is not seeing.”

I looked at him, unsure and waiting for him to say more.

“Think of your own life,” he continued. “How many times have you known the right response—and still reacted differently?”

Too many times, I thought.

“The issue,” he said, “is not lack of knowledge. It’s the absence of a learner’s posture toward one’s own inner life.”

I asked him what he meant by that.

“A learner,” he said, “stays curious even when things become uncomfortable. Especially then.”

I thought of the moments when emotions flare up—anger, hurt, resentment. “But emotions just happen,” I said. “They come without warning.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “And that is why they are such powerful teachers—if you don’t run from them.”

I admitted that when emotions rise, my first instinct is to do something: explain myself, correct the other person, withdraw, or justify.

“That is where learning is lost,” he said. “Most people treat emotions as commands. A learner treats them as signals.”

“Signals of what?” I asked.

“Of meaning-making,” he replied. “Of expectations, assumptions, old patterns, unfinished stories.”

I told him that it feels unfair to pause when emotions are strong. “Sometimes the situation really is wrong.”

He nodded. “Actions can be right or wrong. That is not the debate. The question is: do you want to react, or do you want to understand?” He leaned forward slightly. Then, after a long pause, he said, “Awareness does not mean suppressing emotions. It means staying present to them without giving yourself exemptions.”

“Exemptions?”

“Yes,” he said. “We practice awareness when it’s easy. But when the emotion feels justified, we say: This time doesn’t count. A learner doesn’t do that.”

That stung. “So what should one do instead?” I asked.

“When a negative emotion appears,” he said, “treat it like a question.”

“A question?” I asked.

“Yes. Ask: What just got activated inside me? Was it an expectation? A fear? A familiar wound? A belief about how people should behave?”

I thought of a recent incident—someone repeatedly interrupting me. The anger had come instantly.

He seemed to read my expression. “That irritation,” he said, “was not just about interruption. It was about meaning. Perhaps about being ignored or undervalued. That meaning came from somewhere.”

“So, the emotion is pointing backward as much as it is reacting forward,” I said slowly.

He smiled. “Now you’re learning.” Then he said something that made me uncomfortable in a different way: “You must also accept something else if you want to grow.”

“What?”

“That human beings are fallible. Including you. Including everyone who disappoints you.”

I objected. “But some mistakes cause real harm.”

“They do,” he said calmly. “And still, they are mistakes—not proofs of moral superiority on your part.”

He continued, “You make dozens of errors every day—small ones you don’t even notice. Others are allowed their share too. Even when their mistakes affect you.”

I felt resistance rise inside me. “That perspective,” he continued, “is what keeps humility alive. Without it, people become harsh judges and poor learners.”

I asked him if this meant tolerating everything.

“No,” he replied. “It means responding from awareness, not injury. Accountability can coexist with understanding.”

There was a long silence after that. Finally, he said, “A learner does not aim to be calm all the time. Or perfect. Or emotionally invulnerable.”

“What does a learner aim for then?” I asked.

“To stay awake,” he said. “To remain curious about the self. To notice patterns instead of defending identities.”

As I sat with that, something shifted. The emotions I had been trying to control suddenly felt less like enemies and more like messages I had ignored for years.

“Growth,” he concluded, “is not about eliminating discomfort. It’s about letting discomfort teach you.”

I realized then that perhaps life had been offering lessons all along—ones I had been too busy reacting to notice.

Unlearning the Old Wiring

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

“I keep repeating the same mistakes,” I confessed quietly as we walked after maghrib. “No matter how much I want to change, I fall back into the same patterns. It’s like my habits control me, not the other way around.”

He slowed down and looked at me calmly. “Habits don’t disappear because we wish them away,” came the gentle reply. “They fade only when they are made conscious.”

“Conscious how?” I asked.

“By noticing,” he said. “By refusing to ignore what you did wrong. By stopping and saying: This was a slip. Not defending it. Not justifying it. Not rushing past it.”

I stayed quiet.

“When you make a mistake,” he continued, “don’t treat it like background noise. Treat it like a signal. Sit with it. Ask yourself: What exactly happened? What was going through my mind? What was I feeling? Why did I ignore my better judgment?

The questions felt uncomfortably direct.

“Most people,” he said, “do the opposite. They make one small note in their mind—Yes, I slipped—and then they close the file immediately. No reflection. No inspection. And so, the habit stays exactly where it was.”

I thought about how often I told myself, “It just happened,” and moved on.

“That’s how unconscious patterns survive,” he added. “They thrive in darkness. When you start writing them down, they lose power.”

“Writing?” I asked.

“Yes. Reflective journaling. Put the event on paper. Describe it honestly. Don’t beautify it. Don’t excuse it. Just record it as it was. You’ll be surprised how quickly your awareness sharpens.”

I remembered a student who once shared her journal with me. She had written the same sentence for three weeks: Today I reacted impulsively before thinking. By the fourth week, the sentence changed. She wrote: Today I paused before reacting. The habit didn’t break in one day—it weakened through awareness.

“There are a few paths,” he continued. “Reflection is one. Meditation is another. Silence has a way of exposing what noise hides.”

“How so?”

“When you sit quietly,” the reply came, “your mind begins replaying what you keep avoiding. You start seeing the impulses before they turn into actions.”

We walked a little further.

“There is one more layer deeper than all of this,” he said softly.

“What is it?”

“To begin seeing your life as an interaction with God.”

I stopped walking.

“I don’t mean just in prayers,” he clarified. “I mean in everything. In your choices. In your restraint. In your slips. In your corrections. When you lie, you are not just lying to people—you are lying in front of God. When you control yourself, you are not impressing people—you are responding to God.”

That shifted something inside me.

“Most of the time,” he continued, “we think we are interacting only with others. With spouses. With parents. With coworkers. With society. But the deeper truth is: I am always responding to God through these interactions.

I remembered an old incident. Years ago, a shopkeeper overcharged me. I noticed it but stayed silent to avoid awkwardness. The money was insignificant. But the discomfort I felt afterward lingered all day. I realized later—it wasn’t about the money. It was about ignoring my conscience before God.

“When a person truly feels that their life is a dialogue with God,” he said, “they become careful not out of fear of people, but out of awareness of His presence.”

“So, habit change isn’t just psychological,” I said slowly. “It’s spiritual too.”

“Yes,” came the calm answer. “Because habits are not just physical repetitions. They are repeated moral choices.”

I reflected on how often I had tried to change just by force—by willpower alone—and how often I had failed.

“You don’t break habits by brute strength,” he said. “You break them by light. The light of awareness. The light of reflection. The light of God’s constant presence.”

We stood silently for a moment.

“So, the steps,” I summarized quietly, “are:

  • Notice the mistake.
  • Don’t ignore it.
  • Write what happened.
  • Ask what was on my mind.
  • Ask what I was thinking and feeling.
  • Ask why I ignored the warning inside.
  • Meditate.
  • And remember—this life is not just a social interaction. It is a conversation with God.”

He nodded. “If you do this honestly,” came the final reply, “you will not just unlearn habits. You will start rewriting your inner wiring.”

As we resumed walking, the road looked the same. The city sounded the same. Nothing outside had changed. But something inside me had.

For the first time, I understood: Change does not begin with control. It begins with consciousness. And consciousness deepens when a person realizes—I am not only living in front of people. I am living before God.