“Anger is a gift” is a lyric from Rage Against the Machine’s song “Freedom.” True, since the ability to feel a wide spectrum of emotions is a gift of being human. However, like all emotions, it’s what we choose to do with it that speaks more to whether or not it is a gift. It’s situational. If we are using anger to motivate our own actions in opposition of what angers us, then yes, it is a gift. Anger can give us the gift of perspective to see how we don’t want to be, because we get to see how others whom habitually act in anger truly are. But is anger a gift we long to receive? Anger is defined as “a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.” Who wants this gift…other than Batman? I’m not speaking of extreme situations where anger blurs the line between law and justice. If anger is used to fuel our actions against others, this is not a gift. The true gift is learning how we can choose to not energize the anger because we know it will not enhance our day. This is not weakness. Choosing to avoid what knowingly makes you angry is the same as choosing to walk around a giant puddle. It’s a healthy avoidance tactic. Anger is as much an inconvenience as a soaking wet sock.
The word “snowflake” has been weaponized in recent years. We’ve moved away from the expression about how no two snowflakes are alike as being an innocent metaphor of uniqueness to something more malicious. To preface, my use of the word in this post is the former – speaking to uniqueness.
As an analogy, snowflakes and a snowstorm serve as an accurate reminder of reality. Yes, we are all unique. Yes, we are all human. And yes, we are all headed to same destination: the ground. We have one journey, one storm so to speak. A storm is defined as “a violent disturbance of the atmosphere or a tumultuous reaction.” All the beauty we know is due to the fact that we too have a keen understanding of the brutal intensity of life. There’s beauty in realizing that all the things we do to preoccupy ourselves with the notions of our uniqueness don’t matter. There’s foolishness in believing that uniqueness is synonymous with importance. Our actions determine our importance.
We often feel that practice is what we do in preparation for something we want to do well. If we don’t do it well, we practice to do it better. However, we tend to overlook that practice is the game. Regardless of how we’ve used it, we’ve all uttered the phrase, “I know better than that.” And we do! We do know better, but knowing better is meaningless without action.
Practice – Practice is knowing better in action. Practice is defined as “the actual application or use of an idea, belief, or method as opposed to theories about such application or use,” and as “the repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it.”
The goals we seek are merely wishes without discipline. Discipline is simply defined as “the practice of training.” The goals we set are simply the time bound assessments of how well we practiced.
We need nothing more than to do the things we know better to do!
On August 22, 2018 I took a leap into vulnerability and decided to post extensions of what I was writing about in my journal each morning. The content was not aimed at preaching ways for others to live more than it was about providing alternate perspectives to where my mind sometimes goes. I’m often writing to convince myself. As much as I could, I’ve tried to use universal language, avoiding the use of the first person “I” whenever possible, choosing to write in the collective “We” preferably more than the finger-pointing “You”.
Quite simply, I enjoy writing – I enjoy the writing process. Along the way, a few people have been kind enough to take the time to read my posts. I am grateful for and humbled by all that have taken the time to do so.
Even more humbling is that some people have taken the extra step to “like” a post. For this, even more gratitude! Every day, we swim in an ocean of content, and if there was something I posted that somehow managed to grabbed your attention or perhaps resonated with you in some way, offering a most sincere “thank you” doesn’t seem to capture how thankful I truly am.
To those that have chosen to follow this blog on WordPress or Instagram, my gratitude has no bounds. To be able to connect with people – total strangers – from anywhere in the world through writing is an honor. It’s also a dream come true for me. Writing has been a dormant passion for nearly two decades, and I appreciate everyone that has taken the time to read even a single word. Even if the connections are momentary, the gift is everlasting. Thank you!
Finally, a note of gratitude to WordPress for offering a platform for writers to share their thoughts, and to Instagram for providing a visual avenue to connect with people. It’s easy to crap on technology for all the negative content we see each day, but there’s a great deal of beauty and inspiration to behold as well. We find what we seek.