Have you ever had that experience when your eyes fall upon some words and you kind of double take…read them again with real concentration and….kablooie! Finally; an articulation of what you’ve been trying to explain to others, even to yourself for ever.
That was my reaction this morning as I read this following quote:
“Anger is a great quality, a classic quality, and one rarely evident today, for what most people feel just now is usually resentment and bitterness, the telltale feelings of people who consider themselves imposed on, who know that they are not getting their due, who feel small. Flaubert’s anger, on the contrary, is that of a powerfully caged beast…of a man who, feeling his strength to the uttermost, is continually outraged by the meanness, the self-seeking, the lowness, the vulgarity around him. It is because he feels his strength — unlike most of us today who feel only our weakness — that he is so magnificently angry…”
Alfred Kazin, The Inmost Leaf (New York: Harcourt Brace, 1955), 114-5 in Myron Sharaf, Fury on Earth: A Biography of Wilhelm Reich (New York: St. Martin’s, 1983), 323.
So firstly, thank-you to http://thenecromancer.wordpress.com/ for posting this blog along with the universe of synchronicity for yet again confirming ‘seek and ye shall find’ (some more on that to come).
Anger has been a major emotion for me my whole life. I grew up with that anger that is actually bitterness in my mother. I then entered an orphanage full of anger in the form of resentment. Both of these emotions only hurt self and all others around. I refused them both.
Yet I was angry…and those who know me well still question my anger if I let the passion show in my tone. And anger makes people very uncomfortable though I have never ever expressed anger inappropriately. Just the fact that passion enters my voice when discussing injustice is enough to become subject of the ‘why do you take things personally’, ‘what are you so angry about’ questions. Was there something wrong with me?
But this anger of mine motivated me and how can I not be grateful?
It motivated me not to drown in my own bad luck or karma or destiny that was my childhood. Many did so.
In a prison I worked I met two woman, twenty-six years after we’d shared a dorm in the orphanage together. We were all around thirty-five years old by now. I, a psychiatric nurse, they, long-term heroin addicts and long-term inmates. All I could think was that old religious line “But by the grace of god go I.”
What was this grace? Well…one part was my anger. It has motivated me to understand the human being including myself.
It led me to take up psychiatric nursing.
It led me to develop therapeutic techniques that enhanced another rather than detracted from them.
It led me to become an advocate for those less able to speak up for themselves. It allowed me to become an activist for that which is loving rather than that which hurts…for all life. And it allowed me to leave when things were just too wrong.
I love this anger that has been with me since I was a little being. After reading the definition above I claim it as my own. It’s a non-personal anger. It’s anger in reaction to cruelty.
I’ll give you an example. Recently I read an article and it struck a flame of anger in my gut. I summarized the article for contemplation. My summary reads as follows:
‘ Newborn found dead, umbilical cord still attached’
This angered me. Not in judgment or condemnation. But because no woman should be so distraught nor so alone that she feels she must do such a thing. As I stated in an earlier article called ‘Lose the Rage Girlfriend’:
I hope whilst I breathe that my emotions will be moved not only by the beauty of this gorgeous life but also by the injustice and cruelty.
Anger isn’t having hissy fits over not getting your own way.
Anger is not about intimidating others to conform to your way.
Anger is not about harming others or self. Anger is a sign.
I even think of an image; Micheal the archangel as a representation of this anger. Not in the religious sense but more the Jungian archetype sense.