It takes no effort to be angry. All that rage, the speaking without thinking, the lashing out – it takes nothing. It’s so easy, thoughtless, fast. And while there are no take-backs, no way to reverse the damage done with words of angers that may have been spoken too soon, it has an unspoken, almost obligated understanding that it is supposed to be forgiven. Forgotten.
It’s not true. The pain stays. The words may be forgotten, but the feelings never do. And hell, who am I kidding. Same goes for the words most of the time.
You know what happens when you take away all that anger, all those big, wild emotions? Do you know what you’re left with when that unmoving, cold, fuck you attitude is gone, once you’ve found the strength to step out from behind it?
You’re left with sadness. You’re left with disappointment. You’re left with pain that just can’t be yelled, beaten or berated away. And that’s where the separation of the weak and the strong occur.
It takes nothing to be full of rage and act on it. It takes everything to set that shit aside and feel. Feeling takes strength – facing it, addressing it, living it, not running from it, not using anger or shutting off as a cop out.
Idk. Idk what I’m getting at.
Be kind to each other, friends. Love those who love you.