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I don’t want to succumb to the anger as so many have done. But every day I see my patience and grace being tried. I see myself boiling over with rage at the slightest thing. Justly or unjustly, this much anger isn’t sustainable. I don’t have to tell you how pissed off the world is, how pissed off everybody is at the moment. Even the simple act of waiting in a checkout line has become a classroom in how to build an atomic bomb.

I hear words everyday with such hatred and vulgarity. And this is coming from the very halls of leadership and compromise. In my own life I have moments of justifiable anger. But when that anger is broken down, is it really justifiable or necessary? The cruelest of anger comes from the seeds planted within ourselves. From the darkest of places that we do our best to hide. Often these seeds were planted by those we loved. And again, justly or unjustly it Is these seeds that bear the anger we put on display.

As I continue my mindfulness journey my conscience or whatever you want to call it, shows me my pain. The pain which I continue to give to myself, and the pain which I continue to give to others. It’s a vicious cycle of hurt. That rather I like it or not begins and ends with me. So I continue to ask myself why? Listening compassionately to the hurt within me. Asking myself the question, what is it that you really want? None of these truths are easy to hear, but they need to be heard. Resist the easy path of anger. Speak with as much grace as you can muster. Search your soul in the quiet moments. It’s there you will find peace.