Too complete anger management leads to middle management...or is it middle age management? There’s a danger in not taking the (mis)direction of your path personally - it comes at the cost of your personality.
My following self-assessment, might it be generational too? Whatever the case, I am simply not mad enough about where I am, about the reduced circumstances of my life versus the birthright of its prospects. Days like this, I can sense where the future is headed, a pit in my stomach is discovered, but then I find some sweetness around it and write it off as part of a greater, sweeter fruit. The cost of the season.
I know I should do more. But maybe this is an enemy’s most insidious trick - keeping one just comfortable enough. I’m not the first to say: we all have some small part of us content with a cage...as long as we can keep this confinement from ourselves in a plausibly deniable manner.
Who am I? Late American, office drone, anonymous writer of brief essays? Ah, were it that my fuse were as short as most of my completed pieces!
So what does that leave? Today? Well, it was underdeveloped out of a too limber acceptance. That’s the risk of too great flexibility: when it’s no work to stretch towards what you need, the incentive to grow, truly grow, towards it diminishes.
Cut yourself off. Get mad. It’s only road rage that’ll get you swerving out of this lane now, who knows, maybe turning, turning everything around.