An Angry Young Man

There’s a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl
And he’s always at home with his back to the wall
And he’s proud of his scars and the battles he’s lost
And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And likes to be known as the angry young man

Give a moment or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
He’s been stabbed in the back he’s been misunderstood
It’s a comfort to know his intentions are good
And he sits in his room with a lock on the door
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor
And he likes to be known as the angry young man

I believe I’ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too
I had my pointless point of view
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right

And there’s always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
And he’s never been able to learn from mistakes
So he can’t understand why his heart always breaks
And his honor is pure and his courage is well
And he’s fair and he’s true and he’s boring as hell
And he’ll go to the grave as an angry old man

Billy Joel Lyrics from Turnstiles

This continues my previous post. Anger is a state of mind that we can control. Sometimes we are so used to our anger and so close to it that we start to miss it when it is no longer there. It start to become us. We can ultimately define ourselves by our anger.

Yes this sound ridiculous, but how many times have you said “I’m so angry I can kill him!” Isn’t this an even more ridiculous thought! Kill him! – do you hear yourself talk! Are you a murderer? I think not, but our words are spoken w/such fervor and intention that the anger transmits. What you say becomes real. Real in that your words now a new existance. You put it out there – out in the ether. Real thoughts, real emotions, real intentions. Still think that is ridiculous? When we yell at our kids and call them idiots, stupid, dumbass – that becomes their reality. The child grows up believing these words to be their reality. See how our words become real!

See how our anger can get the best of us – how it becomes so comfortable that we do not think twice when words spill out of our mouths. The intent materializes it!

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