It takes energy to stay angry. Energy I can’t spare.
Stress hormones running rampant, blood pressure climbing, most likely shortening my life.
All that is harmful for me because of anger.
Yet I cannot let it go. I’ve been letting it simmer just below the surface now for quite some time.
It’s that friend that you can only handle in small doses, the sibling that just annoys you to no end, but they’re still your brother.
Why?
I feel I must.
Yes, I could embrace the more “Zen like” attitudes that would give me peace. Turning down the volume on this insane world.
Yet, I cannot.
Too many have.
Yes I would love to spread love and friendship to all, it is needed after all. I am witness to many that live their life thus so.
Yet I cannot.
It took only about 3% of the population to fight the revolutionary war, 3 percent. While the rest merely watched. How easily most, let others take the hard stance.
Do the hard work.
If only all would live a just life of ethics. Only then could I let go my anger.
If I am not to stand against the evil and corrupt, then who?
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven6 days ago in Fiction
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