Love and Anger

 A happy marriage

One should treat anger as how they treat love in life. Both might seem too polarized facets of living, but they have too much in common. The amazing thing about anger and love is people have different ways of dealing with them.

While love in most parts gets handed appropriately, anger on the other hand gets treated abusively. When people are in love, they could care less about the world around them, let alone spend any time looking at their relationship through the eyes of the old.

Anger acts the exact opposite of love, unlike love, anger gets passed down from generation to another with the label of injustice. This incessant fascination of injustice fills the empty mind with nothing but hate and vitriol of others or as they might view them as enemies.

That's what they wanted from anger, when the forefathers passed the anger down, they knew the only way keeping the flame alive was by stroking it with the word Injustice. It will result in creating a mind that seeks redemption over any sensible reason.

People who are burning of anger can never accept anything outside of their inner walls of hate. Anger gets to be a different stance compared to how people act when they are in love. Love is all about acceptance without putting any thoughts on the rudimentary elements of life. Anger has always been about relying on hate for the right answer without looking at acceptance.

Unlike love, anger stays for a long time.

The world is relentless in breaking you down to pieces, a heart that is beaten down too many times looks for a reason for justification of the unfairness in life. In the end, it's the hate filled words from our elders that comes to our rescue. As those words teach us that all the wrongs of the world have pre-existed, nothing is new.

By setting up the problems, their solution also lies in the pages of history. And the proper solution gets casted outside. The flesh that hasn't beaten life will make for excellent followers as a vessel that could spread hate without questioning the rhetoric.

I see them all the time. I never saw a soul within them, they were always a vessel that carried a message, drifted in the sea, waiting to be found by anyone.