Composure: (n) the state or feeling of being calm and in control of oneself.
In pursuit of trying to maintain my composure, my passion often stomps out of the room, pissed off.
Do I have to make a choice?
Can I be passionately composed?
Or can I add composure to my passion?
Here is the basic tenets of Buddhism–supposedly the most spiritual state we can achieve is Nirvana, the Great Enlightenment, where we have achieved ultimate composure.
Don’t think about the fact that it’s inhuman or that it’s a fictitious position–lasting only until enough travail and tribulation pile onto our shoulders.
Let us just consider whether removing emotional turmoil, emotional desire and emotional pursuits does anything other than destroy our passion, making us so boring that we’re only suited to live monastically.
Yes, I can probably maintain my composure if you give me all my whims and promise not to ruffle my feathers, but then again, that promise would probably be a lie. Because I would certainly come up with new whims and ruffle my own feathers.
When we speak of composure what we’re really hoping is to remove worry, frustration, dark thinking, and allowing a little light to peek through onto our present predicament.
Sometimes all you have to do is give the Earth ten seconds, instead of filling up the space with cuss words.