When is the Juice Worth the Squeeze?

Sometimes people are mean. And we get deeply hurt, it’s like our heart chakra is crying. . Especially when those people are the ones we love and need love from. 
We are all capable of those asshole moments when we lose our grip on right action and slip up and lash out or blurt something stupid. It lasts a minute or maybe two and then we are sorry and feel awful. We apologize and do whatever it takes to make amends. That’s part of the human experience. We need to become enraged or angry sometimes to get to a place of learning, of revelation and release. The love in our hearts corrects things through those emotions sometimes, like a storm that cleanses and blows away the debris. The aftermath shows us what we value. I have learned to accept this turbulence as sometimes essential for our growth. I’ve learned it’s all part of the flow. I try to keep things in a higher perspective during the bad weather. Just observe and let the rain splash against my window without getting too terribly wet. I have found the best way to weather these storms is to stay out of the win/lose of the lower chakras and avoid the fight. Stay warm and dry in the higher chakras where wisdom and compassion keeps you warm and dry.
But what about those humans whose anger is their go to emotion instead of compassion. You know the ones...they always seem to have something bubbling under the surface that you are afraid to set off. Or maybe they seem like a fine and wonderful person, but every time you try to talk to them or bring up a concern it’s ends up with them yelling at you and extolling all your faults and foibles. Every discussion you try to initiate becomes an “outburst” or attack on you.
Are some people just stuck in the lower chakras? Or are some people just mean? How much hurt should you take from them?
When is the juice worth the squeeze?

We all have the capacity to be the abuser and the abused, and we all have been at one time or another in one lifetime or another. I always feel compassion for angry people. It makes me sad that they don’t know the beauty of compassion and what it feels like to have the heart stirred by deep authentic connection and instead withhold that from themselves and others in their anger. I feel bad that they are stuck in the unreal and miss out on feeling what is real. Love. 
Any opportunity to experience love that is pushed away by anger and yelling makes my heart contract in pain.
I think thats amplified since my battle with cancer years ago. When you face your own mortality you realize how precious every second for love is. You can no longer squander any of it. That wisdom makes it painful to see another do so.

Yes, even when someone is screaming at me, I often send them love. Reactionary people live in survival mode, always feeling threatened- that’s an awful place to be. You can’t love with a weapon cocked. You can’t reach for love with a closed fist. You can only take my hand and feel my love with an open palm. Paused for the fight is an awful existence. Scared, lonely and unable to see the remedy angry people keep lashing out.
Without softness, lacking compassion angry people think because they “want it” it should be. They get mad when it is not so. And the cycle repeats.
So how much anger is acceptable? How much crap should we take from our bosses, or spouse or friend or parents?

When is the juice worth the squeeze?

​Peace and Love Georgia Rose