Paragraph on Anger

Anger is a funny emotion. It will creep up on you silently and pounce like a lion on its prey. You never saw it coming. You prepared no additional defense for this onslaught. All you have is your immediate reaction: fight or flight. Will you run from your anger, Hands thrown in the air, screaming? Or will you defend yourself from the lion, spear at the ready, holding it at bay? Will you let it overtake you? Bathe you in the blood of those around you? Will you allow it to consume you, until you implode from fighting? What if you embraced it? Allowed the lion to tear through you and then let the wounds heal?


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