Anger is strange. It’s an emotion I don’t often realize I’m feeling. I can tell when I’m livid, when I’m outraged. That feels like churning fury that needs an outlet: through my fists, and if not that, my feet, and if not that, my mouth, and if not that, my eyes with fast, furious tears.
But anger, I can’t describe it. I wonder if I’m not conscious of it because I’m angry all the time. I have a lot of things to be angry about really. I try not to dwell on it. I prefer to live in the blissful aura of gratitude.
They stay it’s actually not better to vent your anger. The more you let your anger out, the more often you will feel angry and the angrier you will feel. It becomes a vicious cycle. So, maybe I’m not angry. I’ve grown up in a family that honors thinking before speaking. Whenever I’m angry, I swallow it. The only way it can escape is through my pen or, on a tough day, through my tear ducts.
It’s good that I keep my anger. Not just to let it dissipate, but to use it to fuel something much stronger. It’s good that I keep my anger because I’m angry about what’s wrong with the world. I’m angry about people who choose to hate instead of love and who choose to restrict instead of liberate. I’m angry about what I’m not—yet.
Anger is important only because anger fuels the most powerful emotion of change we have: disgust. Only when we are disgusted do we resolve to make change. Anger inspires us to lash out, wound, and hurt. I don’t believe these outbursts are effective in shaping a world we want to live in. Use anger intentionally. Impetuousness does much more harm than good.
Save your anger. Let it fuel your disgust. Let your disgust inspire your resolve. Resolve to create massive change. Make changes that liberate. Make changes that spread love. Makes changes that make the world a better place.