I write to expose my internal universe, to capture life and its absurdities, and to testify to the reality of God's unfailing love through difficult seasons of our life.
Blow one’s top Go berserk Let off steam Mad as a wet hen A bull in rampage These are the idoms in my writer’s tickler that fall under my scribbles on anger. Alongside are words evocative of the same meaning – rage, indignation, wrath, ire, fury. For the past weeks, I have been brooding over this negative emotion that has caused many an earthling to make brash decisions and actions that have damaging consequences. It has also caused needless grief and heartache. I have encountered people who often display this emotion – at school, at work, at home, in the grocery store, in the parking lot, in the restaurant—practically anywhere. I have also observed that its display is not confined to a particular class or age group. When piqued, kids fight back. When scolded, teens lash acerbic words. When bored or ignored, wives nag. Fathers spank. Bosses shout. Employees backbite. Soldiers shoot. Still, others kill. Where did this ticking time bomb of emotion originate? Why do we experie...
It has been more than two weeks now since I did serious writing. I have not had the momentum to pen my thoughts lately because of the sudden change in our routine and the minor disruption in our life right now as a result of taking a sick family member home with us. I have lost much sleep as well so much so that I need to take my Mosegor Vita again just so I could catch some sleep. It has been a helter-skelter week indeed. Hub has been going to and fro, driving, running some errands, and likewise setting aside for the time being his assignments. I have been on a spin as well, tagging along with him and doing some chores especially in the kitchen. My lovey (writing, what else?) has been placed in the back burner for now. Indeed, when you lose your train of thoughts because the environment is no longer conducive to writing, it is just difficult to start again. It is like going back to the drawing board once more and exerting much effort to gather one’s thoughts and pen them...
The year 2010 has been a dizzying year for us. The first quarter saw us pinned in the middle of some imbroglios beyond our doing, and which I now understand, just tested not only our character but our mettle as well to fight for our right. This was the time I stretched to its limit the icky-looking mound under my cranium, writing legal complaints, pleadings and counter-argument as if I were a lawyer. (I could have been. I intended to be one after I breezed through highschool.) I brooded over the lies of the other camp and delved into pscho-analytical escapades, studying our opponents’ motives, and strategies, legal counter-assaults and repercussions. My brains almost cracked, but I was surprised by the vast of insights I could extract from my analytical sprees, never mind if I oftentimes found myself having recurrent head-aches afterwards. The psyche indeed releases tremendous power; it just makes me cringe how it can be used for evil purposes. The succeeding quarters had been equ...
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