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Anger

I’m angry. I’m angry because I love you, and care about your future — rather, our collective future and our wellbeing — and I feel powerless to protect you from those strange, delusional few who are out there: those whose aim is to foment and to feed off your fears, your need for emotional expression and creative satiety, your need to be seen, to be held, and to belong…to control your every move, to make you believe you’re fragile and weak, and then to profit from your self-induced illnesses.

I’m angry because I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it.

It’s So Easy

It’s pretty easy to point fingers and throw insults at the fat, white, sexist, rich, ignorant, stupid politician.

But that’s only one perspective, and a powerful one that grants entry into the club. Bravo.

Expression

You’re not helping, nor protecting anyone, by holding back, suppressing, stifling or filtering your raw, true expression. Your tears are healing, cleansing. Your anger is jarring, shaking, stirring, awakening. Your love is uncommon, bracing, passionate, resolute.

Passion or Anger?

Outside influences continue to exist while we work to realign with our inner compass. Noise can be persistent, and some of the outdated ideas we’ve adopted will resurface and irritate or infuriate a creative spirit. It is in these moments that we determine whether we are working from passion or anger.