The most bewildering comment I’ve ever gotten on social media, from an old family friend: “Who knew you were carrying around so much anger?”
To me, the answer seemed obvious: “Anyone who was paying attention.”
But it wasn’t the anger that caught them off-guard, it was the decision to do something with it. To use anger as an impetus, not just a feeling. To speak about the anger, and why it existed, rater than staying politely silent.
They reacted to the use of anger as a spur to look at the state of the world and say this is not good enough, rather than a flagellum turned against the self to diminish your expectations.
Do not diminish the anger. Use it to get shit done.
