Overcoming Anger

I lived the last decades of my life furious, angry at injustice, and that anger gave me power. I'm not ashamed of it, and I enjoyed it. A lot. I am not offended by your anger, and if you have it, it may be serving a purpose. Anger at injustice can fuel one to head in the right direction.

The thing is, once you finally get "It", the anger goes away. That's not to say that I don't get angry on occasion; I'm too good at being pissed off to give it up just like that. But it is no longer what drives me.

I thought that without the anger, I'd become complacent, like an old rock star that's lost his passion and sings lame songs. I thought that giving up my fury would make me forget about the things that were important to me, like a president in his last term of office.

My anger at life disappeared when I understood how innocent our existences are.

We have not known what we are doing here. No matter what path you've chosen in life, others will tell you that you're wrong. No matter how good, or cruel, or murderous you become, there will be critics and crusaders, fans and foes. The murderous do not realize the value of the lives they take, because they cannot understand the value of their own.

All that a mind can know is that which it has observed, or learned from a second party. I think we all see which one has more power. A certain number of circumstances are experienced and if possibilities 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, and 31 occur then BAM! You're Oprah Winfrey. If it's 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, and 32, then guess what folks, you're a serial killer sociopath. It is my great hope to be fortunate enough to present people who cross my path with a theoretical opportunity number 57. Maybe if they recognize the 57, it will help them reach tipping point they need to love me. Maybe not.

I'm not trying to tell you NOT to be angry, be angry at injustice and suffering, be furious if that's what you need to help you make the world a better place. I just hope you figure things out before you hurt someone besides yourself.

There will be a moment in your life where the rain will end, the anger will stop, and you will run through your city streets with the knowledge that trees can see you, and the things that made you angry will give you mercy for the wicked. When this day comes, you will not need to speak your purpose to others. They will see you coming and sigh with relief.