Because I'm ANGRY

Anger is a twisted little creature. Some people are obviously angry. It's hard not to see the bulging vein ready to pop off their neck, the tomato red forehead, deep furrowed brows, and the sound of crashing cars from the verbose amount of language that streams from their mouth. I'm not that type of angry.

A friend of mine joked once saying, "I never want to see you angry! It's always the quiet ones that will kill us all!" I laughed, agreeing that it's not a pretty sight  when I show my anger, but now I wonder. Anger is an essential tool for emotional stability. One cannot simply stay quiet forever. To never be angry means they have not lived and have not touched the world around them. If you are human there will come a day that you will be angry. Jesus got angry. Ghandi got angry. Shiddharth Guatam (the original buddha) got angry.Mother Teresa got angry. You'll get angry.

 Anger is not the opposite of love. Anger is simply the opposite of happiness. Whether you are stopping cars with your vulgarity or quietly stewing in your pot of fumes, anger stops us from being happy. So here's the thing: what makes you happy? Is it the same thing that makes you angry? How so? How do you separate the two so you can enjoy the world around you?

Oh wait. you wanted answer? Hah.... Maybe next time comrades!