All It Takes Is A Grimace

Oh! How that works for all of us regardless of sex, race, place of origin. It’s one of many things we all have in common, but erupts in many different ways. Everything is so subtle, up until the point of reacting in such a way that everyone is impacted by the raw reaction of anger. Some are not in control of their anger, while some are in touch with their anger. Yes! There’s a difference. It’s the dominant feature that brings out the worst in all of us. The mind races faster than words expel from the mouth, the clammy hands, the high blood pressure, and most importantly the intense adrenaline that ensues. It is, at the threshold that anger has to be contained or else. For some, it is an intricate part of life that many of us have to deal with, but most be concerned about. So much civility can be accomplished without anger. It’s anger that gets us in trouble in the first place…well, the reaction of it anyway. Some of us succumb to violence and it’s them who suffer the most because to surrender, is to be perceived weak. Their is a fine line between affable and weakness and that usually gets people in trouble. Much aggression is artificial so people don’t seem weak and that’s not a way to live because faking it, will only get us so far. Anger has quickly become the calamity that is destroying our world. Their seems to be no solution on what to do or how to contain it, and medications can only do so much. Anger is that bewildering sense that it bursts out to who ever is within our whereabouts and usually it’s the ones we love that pay the price. We are becoming the very thing that we should be avoiding. None of us are in control of our anger, it is the very thing that explodes without consent. It’s the underlying factor that ignites wars. We are all susceptible to it, no one is immune…


About luis castillo

An introvert who enjoys reading, writing and journal entry and recently picked up iphoneography along the way. My "Walls of Solitude" is my sanctuary and where most, if not all of my writings scream through my fingertips.
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