The Danger Of Anger



Another classic I got off Tumblr.

Simple, corny even and yet, so true and meaningful.


This.Is.So.True.

And as Em rapped in 'Love The Way You Lie':

I'm superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful / I feel so ashamed
I snapped / Whose that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

Yes, I snapped, and recently too.

I'm not proud of what I did. I didn't lay my hands on anyone but I think what I did was far more painful and degrading than physically hurting that person.

Indeed, anger is only one letter short of danger.


I felt like a little boy who did something terrible; only mine was a grown-up mistake

I allowed my anger to get the better of me, and in the process, put the person who angered me in danger; perhaps not physically but I endangered her life in other ways - danger of being ridiculed, laughed at, endangered her career and what not.

Am I sorry?

Everyday.

Am I Ashamed?

Forever.


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