"When angry count to ten before you speak.
If very angry, count to one hundred."
-Thomas Jefferson
So I received two pieces of personal news today that made me, well, ANGRY. I'm having a hard time seeing past it to be honest. Right now, I see the world like this:↑I know it's not productive, and I should find a solution rather than get offtrack with fury. There are many wise words on the subject, and this quote really gives me something to think about ↓
"Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back—in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you." –Frederick Buechner.
And of course, for poetry month:
A Poison Tree, William Blake
I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
I'm trying to help it, but sometimes you need to just be MAD. I'll get over it tomorrow.
To add fuel to the fire, I'm listening to my favorite angry music (but I won't tell you what it is today). Maybe, if you know me, you can guess.
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