#essay

I am nice because I don’t know how to get angry well. I also worry that my anger will be a fury I can’t control, an undimmed rage. If I knew how to get angry, and knew how to control my temper - to ride it like a horse, or wield it like a hammer, make it a tool to achieve some purpose - I might get angrier more often.

Like most thing, anger is a tool one must wield to learn how to control it. The question is, in our sanitised age what are the safe spaces in which to express anger, to play with it, and then to tame it? There are few. Work isn’t a place for it, and nowadays, neither is the home.

In our age of black and white, the fact is that we are actually less contrasted than an earlier age, when people used to beat their stomachs when they laughed, when they used to kick the tyres of their cars in frustration, used to punch a wall to take out anger, used to cry out loud in pain. We don’t see that expression anymore in our public spaces, and see them vent using words in cyberspace.

There is something cauterising about a healthy rage, and it is the source of action. We live quiet and boring lives nowadays because we can’t muster up rage, and are afraid of it. To be successful is to be in control of your senses and emotions, and know how to put them to use.