Dividends of the Psyche, Matters of the Heart.

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It's the title to one of the chapters in my UNFINISHED book.

I'm deciding to depict human wrath. It's a part of growing, a part of living, and a part of the cycle of pain; I feel that it is only right that even a story which ends happily or fortunate have a natural climactic moment of rage and uneasiness. The reality of this inclusion is, pardon my redundancy, a reality. But uh... where was I...

The wrath. It can be a sure means to a definite end.
For many, it serves the sole purpose of release; a purging of negative feelings, accumulated by grief and pain caused by one we love, loved, wanted to love, or could never have. Wrath builds, when the truth of the matter is avoided or hastily thrust upon us. There is no predicting exactly the manner which wrath will present itself once it simmers to the surface like a hot pot of salted liquid trapped beneath a handled glass top.

I never knew where to go to understand my propensity for acting on a forthcoming rage, until I realized I could use it's energy strategically and, most importantly, for my benefit beyond vengeance. With me, there's always been little appeal with accessing an animalistic wrath of attacking, badgering, destroying... meandering... berading... degrading... undoing someone who's wronged or mismanaged my emotions.


Then again, typicalities have never been my thing.


It's never been a real biblical path that I take, not to mistake me for an atheist or downplayer of my faith; rather, a calculated act of reverence to my common sense. Refusing the "eye for an eye" regime, without preaching a "fire & brimstone" kind of mentality.


[My soapbox doesn't have a cross painted on it.]


I view taking away the necessity for impactful rage as a means of proper ignorance: using my superior wit to undo the misdeeds of another, reaping the benefits of taking what I normally would call (as I grit my teeth) a cliché... "the high road".

It's been working highly in my favor so far. Rage may become her, but it sure as hell doesn't motivate her.
You aren't always what you eat.


But there hasn't been a day where I haven't lived by my word. So, in their own way, they feed me.