First posted in 2017. || Image Credit: Photo by Alice Hampson on Unsplash
Anger is a good emotion, a strong emotion. It is an emotion which comes from wanting to fight back against the world, a person, a situation. It is vibrant reds and oranges, it is pure brilliant white like the heat of a forge.
Anger shapes you, if you’re not careful. It is so hot, so loud, that it can warp you into something new, something worse. You can’t hear the other emotions when anger is roaring through you, it’s harder to see the happiness, the calmness, the love in the world around you.
It’s hard to give up anger. It is a sweet alcohol, intoxicating you to prevent you moving on. It makes you feel emotions that you’ve not been allowed to feel before, it allows you to express yourself beyond the restraints that your past has placed on you.
But you need to look forward Casey.
I know, dear diary, I need to look forward. And look forward means letting the past live in the past, where it cannot be changed, where it cannot be altered. It is a fixed moment in history.
But that means it cannot hurt me now. I can move on. Move forwards.
Goodbye anger. Hello my future.
My glorious, brilliant, amazing future.
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