And Now Where Has Your Anger Gone?

Anger permeates our being. Like a blazing conflagration of unassuagable candor, we lash out at our oppressors and crucify all opposition with the poignant nails of our ardor, razor-sharp and sulfurous.

Yet when our ire deflates, as always it must, we find ourselves foundering in an abysm of empty refrains, relinquishing the passion of our backhanded suasion in favor of our own insipid instability.

At times, yes, it is good to let off steam. But far too often those times come upon us at completely inopportune moments, and we reap the consequences of our ill-conceived contention.

And in the aftermath we find that, even though our words were justified, our outrage undeniably condign, we are the ones hurt by this outburst, for lowering ourselves to levels we never consciously strove to reach.

Time and growth, experience and expansion, we weave our uncertain way, step by precarious step, into the true inhabitants of this planet, but will we reach our goal ere our inheritance is ripe, or will the boon of our bountiful Earth fall wasted into oblivion for our own arrogant unwillingness to grow the fuck up?

And now where has your anger gone?

Love,

~Codaniel~