Anger In The Air
There's something about today. People are particularly snippy, and there's an underlying theme of white hot rage in the actions of a few folks I've encountered. And in return, I've lashed out in response with equal heaps of fury.
What we do with anger? How do we channel it? It fucks us all up. Makes your hands shake. Emotion blends in, and tears cloud our vision. Words come out faster than bullet trains. Before we know it, the knives have been thrown and the damage is done.
Anger can be dignified and absolutely necessary - but what if it is a pattern and a surface-cracker of other things?
And what if it is embraced for too long? What then? How long until the fire-breathing dragon you keep in your bedroom slays you?
What are you holding on to?
