Je ne sais pas

I don’t know what I don’t know
There is nothing to know and no need to know
Impossible to know and I cannot know
If I need to know, it is not to be known but to be shown
Shown how to love for this is a gift
And the only thing there is

Anger

Anger’s ubiquitousness makes it banal, yet it colours our inner landscape in the most surprising way.

Anger likes to disguise itself, sometimes it appears as resentment, frustration, arrogance or cynicism; while other times it masks itself as impatience, self-pity, sarcasm or guilt.

Anger can be explosive like a raging fire, but it can also be subtle like a quiet watchdog.

Anger needs to be expressed but it can be repressed and make people oblivious to their own, whether it is towards others or themselves.

Anger is fear turned inside out - fear of loss of power and control. And it always defies logic. 

Whatever form it takes and however it is manifested,

anger must come judgment, followed by a “should” or “should-not”.  

But if only we can accept and embrace what is, can anger still rear its head?