Master Your Emotions Novels & Stories

If you are going to choose one, then the other one has to go flying out the window or leaving through the door and since I badly needed to get rid of my emotions that just never need to my voice to attempts to control them, I went for an alternative that has thankfully never failed me nor put me to shame. It has helped me put love and friendships totally behind me, way faster than I had even thought. Once I began to master the keys to prosperity, ownership and financial success, I knew I had to get rid of that thing called emotions, because I had to make profits in every possible way, whether big or small and that is certainly unachievable if emotions are involved. You don't show compassion,

After all, there are a lot of innocent ones that would be involved once I let my answer take over my sanity. I hate being controlled. That's why I'm trying hard not to let myself get controlled by my own anger. Controlling our own emotions is hard sometimes and we cannot invade that there are times that we wanted to let our emotion get the best of us. However, I am trying to become the master of my own emotions. That's right, I am starting to remember memories of my past life that I had forgotten. Although I am burning with anger right now, I am trying hard to calm down.

Master told me, which made me stop. I deeply sighed because I almost got into trouble again because I was too nice to a stranger, “I-I just thought that he needed help,” “You thought wrong, I want you to build yourself not to be fully affected by anything instantly,” He firmly said, “This is important in business as well,” “You have to be mentally strong and not cloud your judgments with emotions,” He added, which made me bite my lower lip. “But what if I just have sympathy for others and just truly wanted to help them?” I curiously asked the master.

he responded “Should I turn you a glass of brandy?” “No” I sat beside him quietly unsure of what to do “ I think it’s my dad that sent that nurse to inject my mum” he says, legs with uncontrollable shake. “Why would he be so wicked and heartless? I don’t know what to do. My mum always said I should not let him get to me because he doesn’t care what’s on his way when he wants to strike. But doesn’t he have a ounce of empathy” he cry out There was nothing I could tell him to make him better. I reached for his hands, holding it in mine. Without a word, he slipped one arm around my back, pulling me closer as he embrace me weeping softly. Who would know that Rob could break down like this.

When I wasn’t tending to my own duties or spending time with the twins, I was usually in the training yard, trying to get the knife to obey my will again. For the most part, it was unresponsive. But I quickly realized that it had little to do with the knife itself and everything to do with my own inability to channel emotions like tools. To practice, I imagined my emotions as a physical thing. I imagined anger as a red ball of energy, joy as a golden one, sadness blue, grief green. When I reached deep within my chest and sought out one of the emotions, anger, for example, I would then picture it moving up and through my shoulder, down my arm, then to the tips of my fingers.

It has already been a month since Jake began training me and while I have put my all into it, my body constantly seems to betray me and I just cannot break past its limits. Jake tells me I have gotten much stronger than I realize but I do not believe him, I do not feel any different, if anything, I feel even more vulnerable and the truth shows in moments like this when I fail to meet up to his expectations. "We'll call it a day." Jake says to me at last. "You won't be of any use to me half-dead." Relief floods my veins but I suppress it easily, responding with a curt nod instead. The first thing Jake taught me is to control my emotions and reactivity, never letting the next person know what

“Are you sure you want to do this today? I was pretty wild yesterday.” I stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “I am sure. Yesterday you used emotion. Today we work on control. You need to be able to call the light when you are calm, not just when you are angry or scared. Ready?” He nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Ready. Tell me what to do.”

The massive oak groans and falls, crashing to the ground with earth-shaking force. Lucian's eyes fly open. "No! I was trying to be gentle!" "You're thinking too hard," Ronan says. "Control isn't something you think about. It's something you feel. It's instinct." "But I don't have that instinct!" Lucian says. Tears of frustration fill his eyes. "I'm just strong. I can't make it go away!" "I'm not asking you to make it go away," Ronan says gently. "I'm asking you to master it."

’ Lamont stood up and stuffed his hands in his pocket, looking down at me with determination in his expression to push his reasoning into my head as truth. “You will come to learn that your personal desires need to take second place in your life when you work with the elements to protect this land. You need to push your own emotions away from you and only think of how to nurture the life we have to guard. Too many emotions will leave you vulnerable,” he continued coming directly in front of me. Deny my own emotions? If it wasn’t for my emotional attachment to Earth and Fire, I didn’t think I would know how to work with them properly.

His words made sense and yet I was shocked by the revelation, Jose nodded, “Your powers work well with your heightened emotions. We will practice channeling Instead of suppression.” I nodded along with his words not knowing how to feel about this, but he doesn't give me enough time to think as he questions me. “What prominent feeling would you say is always ever in your mind.” I swallowed hard, looking up to meet his eyes, “Anger.” He nodded unfazed, “Good now, we use that. Clear your mind of everything except anger and grab onto it.” With a quick nod, I focused on the task at hand, throwing myself into the feeling of Anger.