Anger, I know it so well.
I lived with it for a very long time and have claimed it as a kin of
mine. It got my heart
rate and blood pressure up, and it got my adrenaline, and noradrenaline up. “Never”
and “always” were our code words and justified our relationship. When we were at our best we felt invincible.
I have had plenty of reasons to offer anger room and board;
I’ve tasted violence, discord and greed and I have felt powerless. When I first met anger it offered a
resolution to my problems.
Anger fueled my life until the curtain came down in the
final act of my Cinderella story, where all that was most important to me was
taken away. But somehow it was then
that I realized anger had taken too much space in my life and actually had overturned
and tossed everything that had crossed its path. So I opened my door and asked it to
leave. But anger is a sly thing and did
not want to go without a fight. But I
was done fighting. So I left my door open and turned my back on it.
So if you see my homeless anger walking around, please don’t
take pity on it and heed my advice; stay clear and offer it no shelter. Do not fall for its empty promises of getting
things done and making things right, it is all an illusion. Do not let anger be comfortable in your life.
Trust me when I tell you nothing is free in this world and
anger’s price is high; it asks for your heart.
So step aside and let anger walk by and then make friends
with anger’s enemies: compassion and understanding and when you do so you’ll
finally get things done in the right way and you won’t have to look all around yourself
and have to make room in your life as well for anger’s favorite partner in
“What was my body to me? A kind of flunky in my service.
Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and
that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone”. - Antoine De Saint-Exupery (author of “The
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