Ode to Anger

It isn't hate. It isn't murder. It isn't chaotic.

Ode to anger.

Such passion is good. Anger is good. Feel this way you feel. Shame is going away. You bite your lip, you pace around. Fold your arms, cuffs under anxious nails fray. Someone does a thing you cannot understand. You must know. So you try to ask, and they give you the lackluster-est tosh.

Why not just take some pride in the work? You've been shown faith, right? You have doing to do! What the *hell*, take pride! You do, it stokes your heart a'flame. There's more. Take another step. Be serious about it, damnit. You're crawling now. Your hair is turning RED. One day we'll sprint.

Actually bloody-well want something! Want it! When you can't get it, get ANGRY. The adult kind. A little baby just cries, but you? You RAGE. It isn't satisfactory to fail, is it? No, you sobbing little wart, it isn't! Time to get it! Don't steal it. Don't substitute it. GET IT.

That's DAMN right! GET angry! Why the *hell* not?! Who will stop you if you're right about it? Who will know it was best when it gave you victory? You have an enemy, that calm coward trying to vice you! That's SUICIDE! Your dreams are DYING without this!

Let it pour! This anger is passion! It gives you the best questions! No, you don't HATE. You're not full of MURDER. You aren't creating chaos. There's no disorder! Some whiny elf boy doesn't like your tone. He thinks you should cool it down a bit. He says to step back and start off on the right foot. "Settle down, let's approach this again from a new angle." He's deaf to what you are saying. He only cares how you say it. He has delicate sensibilities. He's a MORON.

GROW UP. This is AABAHRAN! Learn it soon, or never. You must WANT. -- GIVE, with purpose! You must HUNT. -- LOOSE, with liberty! You must ENERGIZE. -- RAGE, with all fearlessness! There is no better tool than a healthy, well-stoked temper.