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To live in fear of my society,
not knowing who could harm me
of course, not intentionally,
but because of the recklessness
of politicians who make decisions
and let me pay the price.
Tag: <span>anger</span>
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Again
Shots fired
Tears flowing
Shock and Anger
Guns in the wrong hands
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I have always been surprised that in Japan the result often counts less than the effort, which I like to think of as our inner attitude. For example, if someone tackles a new project, we say “Good luck” but in Japan, they say “Gambatte Kudasai”, which translates to “Make an effort/Do your best”.
Right now I find myself angry. I am angry with the world. I am pissed off above my usual limit. I can’t take it anymore. I had it. I am furious! Have I mentioned that I am angry?
A 38-year-old born Prince decided to wash the royal dirty laundry in a book. While officially turning his back on the royals in Great Britain, he most certainly gets the royal treatment -as demanded- everywhere he goes and he is cashing in on his fame, his position, and royalties nicely.
In parts of our city, the power went out
intentionally outages after a strong storm,
to prevent further damages, to make sure
we all will be comfortable during the summer.
“A monk decides to meditate alone. Away from his monastery, he takes a boat and goes to the middle of the lake, closes his eyes and begins to meditate.
“Anger is like flowing water; there’s nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human.”
I am stunned by the number of people refusing to wear a face mask. I am actually ashamed to see what we have become. Men are holding up signs, saying “My body, my choice.” Which would tickle me pink, if it wouldn’t be so sad?
It’s not the first time I hear the loud sound coming from my phone. The noise, originally designed to wake up station equipment before the appearance of the modern modem-based SAME system, has the purpose of being so unearthly and metallic that you immediately stopped what you’re doing and pay attention to the radio, TV or cell phone.