Today I am committed to not waste one single minute more than is absolutely unavoidable, on anger.

ANGER: how like a wildfire!

It destroys every good thing it touches.

Where do all those good things go? The physical go to ashes or other recycling and things of the heart I tend to file away in the deepest recesses of memory, hidden as much as possible from view, because looking there is too painful.

Is the fire satisfied when it has reduced me again to ashes and memories?

Hell no it’s not.

Anger is the Ego’s favorite repast.

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