Anger

Anger..Such a powerful emotion. Anger due to things just not moving your way. Things standing still. Life just standing still. Rotting. Decaying. But does it really matter so much that things dont go your way? Or is it just a desparate need to always have life on its toes that we are suddenly threatened when it wants to sit down, take a break? We are so driven by the speed, that even a moment of silence is deafening. It is the kind of feeling that you get when you are in a dark room, by yourself. A feeling where there is no breath, no life, no energy. Just silence. And again, are we really given a choice to be joyous or to mourn life's surprises? Or are we just puppets prancing to this incredible force, with no control whatsoever in what we do or have?