Blankness.

We can find silence in the loudest room. We can find anger in the most serene hands.  How willing are we to find anything at all? Is it justifiable to find nothing? Can nothing exist in something? They say blank out your mind.... clear your thoughts and find peace. Most of us find that hard. Most of us find it difficult to avoid the knocking. To ignore it.

But is it weird to find yourself in such hollowness often? To find comfort in absolute nothing? To find yourself at ease in complete darkness? Is it something to feel guilt towards? To feel bad? To feel unworthy?

Anger

When we're angry, we're not ourselves. I hear that often. I'm constantly told that anger is sinful. It blinds our vision. It blinds our ambitions with ill motives. It is temporary insanity. And it is the same group of people that will only preach this when they have recovered from their temporary insanity. They feel shame. They feel regret. They feel guilt.

All this is typical. It's fine. It's irrelevant. Yet it creates a problem when your temporary insanity is being held accountable. Apparently, your anger produced the brutal truth. Your anger revealed thoughts that weren't tolerable. That ought to be not mentioned. Your anger was absolute. Your anger was a moment of harshness that gave light to your inner disgust. 

Why do the tables change?