Anger
Anger
It's such a powerful emotion. I love LOVE getting consumed by it. I would be a liar if i said i didn't. I guess it's because i'm a masochist, who rationalizes every other emotion.
You cannot rationalize anger.
It's like a love-hate relationship. I can act fine when mad. Being wary of people is my second nature. I wish i could act more upon it. But no i am but a trained dog; domesticated. It's a pity. I like the ferocious beast i am inside, even with all the demons and burdens, there is no self-hatred. Hating life ? Yes . Hating me? Not really, i don't even hate the domesticated version of myself. I became what I had to become, a product of my environment, programmed to survive.
A weird contradiction, wanting to die but forced to life. The only thing we can do to make it better is by finding a way to enjoy life. Really feel it. Maybe anger is the first step in this.
Feeling and seeing, getting strong enough to dare and adapt.
This is life
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