No one is worth your anger.
That’s something to remember. No one.
There is no power in becoming angry. At least not in your fullest capacity to think straight and move clearly within path.
There is a reason why emotional savants have written about this forewarn.
Savage. Savants. Age. Uncontrolled and vicious, age would only speak of those who struggled to control themself at first, perhaps.
A lifetime of training to control oneself is a challenge perhaps most difficult to master depending on the tests before the heart, mind, body, and spirit.
Pleasantville should not count as a place for training one’s self-control, I respectfully state.
Contrarily, the multi-dimensionally opposite worlds would deem best for such training.
How could one know limitations and thresholds without being put to a test? Yes?
I recall watching the G.I. Jane movie, finding myself intently concentrating during the training scenes all soldiers underwent.
While common sense would play it that movies don’t captivate true realities, I mainly connected memories of stories I overheard the elderly amongst circles talking about the atrocities of war when caught.
The books I read to dig deeper upon those stories I gathered young only helped me to create a better sense of the ferocity of a mind gone wicked against peace for my first book I had written so many years ago.
Like magma, anger will surface at times. Like magma, denser in its nature than the solid compound around it, it has the tendency to rise. However, the eventual eruption is aided by pockets of gases pushing it explosively up and out.
Anger can be subdued. It is the pockets of force commingling around that can cause eruption. Yes?
There will be efforts. And, there will be moments where the try becomes your truth.
As long as you smile and laugh. Remedy the start with your envisioned finish.
Calm the heart, mind, and body, the spirit is tranquil and sound.
Allow those pockets to gather, the spirit is clamored to eventual unwanted magnitude.
Bruce Banner, the solid compound around it, no longer able to suppress the denser, but destructible magma, the Incredible Hulk, shoot out the ashes that had for some time, hidden what was suppressed beneath.
While the possibility was always there, all now running from the wrath are screaming in horror of what they now face.
All it took were the works of gasses.
The world is so well-equipped with temptations to bringing the Hulk out as we continue to work toward goodness.
Unlike the modern red Hulk, the original green one from my time was the protector of Bruce Banner, coming out only when provoked, defensive and protective of Banner’s peace and calmness.
I can only ask for so much grace whenever I fall short of feeling I have lived to the eyes and believes of those who have seen only the Bruce Banner in me.
I do not see any wrong in the Hulk, honestly.
Bruce Banner cannot protect and thus, the Hulk must.
The protector.
It’s the teacher in me. It’s the mother in me. It’s the wife in me. I know Hulk. Faultless when tamed. Pointed to and highly acountable when forced out to defend peace.
We protect our children and ourself. For me, my husband would be the other who falls in that realm as well. (Although between us two, he would be the pit bull, for sure, locked jaw and all.)
We defend when needed. Not to an everyday occurrence for Bruce but Hulk is there, seeing and feeling from the inside the joy and happiness Bruce feels when all is well. Until, of course, then, all is not.
If you don’t appreciate, hold onto, and always work toward peace and calmness, perhaps you haven’t had enough pushed onto you without your ask as why you still drive toward such.
No, thank you.
Not all want peace. Not all want to see you peaceful.
There are those who have convinced themselves that they thrive and profit best when troubles arise. Unfortunately, there are those who receive reassurance and reinforcement of such belief.
While we have peace without war, there are those relying and investing in war for gain.
That’s just the reality. Hospitals would be out of business without fights, recklessness, and bad eating, just to start.
Courtrooms and prisons would be empty if we all fundamentally behaved well, followed by the rules, and took pride in goodness to become someone noble if not, honorable.
Wars? When Arguments Rise, as I’ve stated before.
As my Mama told me she kept repeating to herself after World War II at the sight of the emaciated Japanese soldiers she witnessed walking out of the Philippine jungles who, for three years, she envisioned as fearless giants, “War is ugly! War is ugly!”
A child she was, having found herself running and hiding from the told enemy for three, long years.
To see walking bones, hardly standing just to walk, she could only understand wrongfulness in it all.
Some of us are the Hulk from within. Some of us come together to see who can bring out the bigger and meaner Hulk to fight for the rest of us as we watch.
The Bruce Banner on the outside is the one who has to keep all together. What Hulk can’t see won’t trigger any anger as long as Bruce does not register any provoked hate or hurt.
Thus, Bruce is that strong, exterior compound, making sure to keep that magma down beneath the encapsulating ashes.
The inevitable does not have to be certain unless we work toward such, certainly, to have certainty. Yes?
And, then, like ants forgetting their assemblies and birds losing their balance, helter-skelter in the air, there we are and go, thrown around and to the side or hiding from sight, living the nightmares of what has erupted until we carry them for life in silence.
Let’s get ready to rumble! So fun and invigorating until a real rumble takes place.
From roosters to ball games, we understand the need for competition.
That is our makeup. We are all made to win. Thus, we desire such outcome.
The problem arises when all want to win, too.
We, then, ultimately bring out the bigger guns. Literally.
Still, we must each tame for our own goodness’ sake. We should not falter to the defeat of anger for the mere purpose to destroy.
That sets back time. Yes?
Watch movies, like any Hulk movie, and think in reality, quite humorously if best liked, as I do, Who is going to clean up all that mess?!!
To destroy is to be destructive which leads to the, yes, inevitable (hmmm…) destruction.
Bruce knows this and so, he must compose himself on the outside so as to not awaken that darn magma on the inside with all those gasses working to push it out.
I have pointed out to my students and children that we all have the power to hurt. We must focus on practicing the power to heal for that is one of the greatest powers of all.
To hurt is to destroy.
To heal is to cure, restore, and make well again.
God is love. Written. Read. Spoken. And, yet- Understood?
Let’s not misconstrue the message.
Let’s not be mistaken.
Love your neighbors does not entail to trust your neighbors.
That would be like telling our children to open the door to anyone.
Forgive your neighbors is not for those who dryly impose threat, terror, and hate, either. Should it?
Forgiveness is for the heart, mind, body, and spirit to stay focused on each of our path to our greatness. One must move forward and onward when tripped or one stumbles.
Love creates that focus where anger leads to disclarity.
I have so worked to tame myself for so long now. This training as a teacher, mother, and wife, knowing there must be peace within.
Precious heirloom passed down or given to me serve as a reminder that one day, I will get to do the same.
What of me will I pass down?
Wise to accept and be aware, what I will pass down may not be tangible by the touch. Looters may still exist by the time I leave this world.
And, yet, each of those who have given me something serve as a reminder that there aren’t many in this world who can be trusted with your prized possessions.
Somehow, those who have left this world saw me as one to trust with something they held dear.
There were others who saw the working good in me. This is my drive and force to keep on keeping on.
Breathe. Relax. Let go.
And, like the Black Widow telling the Hulk that it is about sunset now as she reaches out her hand to offer her energy of peace, I reach within and I take the offer of that hand from my heart, my mind, and my body to calm the spirit.
I need all these hands, sometimes, to talk me down- bring me back down to breathe, to relax, and to let go.
Live long enough, we’ve all looked for that hand.
There is hardly any time, however. In these moments where if and when a hand can’t be found, still, we must instantaneously relax, breathe, and, let go.
No gasses are worth allowing to push out from within us what will only be destructive, outside the reason to defend.
Frances, the other lunch ladies, and Bolten, in my high school years, the quiet eyes of my inner self, remind me now that I was only disturbed on the outside. I believe they were never fooled by my exterior flaws.
Like a few others, I am grateful that they saw the quiet in me.
The world can attack Bruce Banner over and over again.
They want the Hulk out because that way they can attack with all their artillery, aim, and feel, thus, no remorse, when they hit from all angles, with all their might.
It’s easy to blame the Hulk.
And, yet, there are those who understand why he is necessary.
Not all can or want to understand why one must exist.
Their understanding, narrowed by the predisposition of beliefs in their hearts, minds, bodies, and spirits.
I understand perspective. Everyone stands in the angle of their own perception.
How can I deny that right?
I also know my very own.
Where I have stood, I sometimes, from my own immaturities, have made presumptuous mistakes, quick to act or speak (or both).
I have not always treated people the best I should have within given opportunities.
The challenge is standing back to watch aches and pains when the fight should not be yours.
One must be completely far from it or become deeply involved.
I understand and value solitude. I understand the occurrence of the disturbance of such, too.
When around others, energies are pushed upon you, at times, desirably forced, as if you are the one that should carry other’s loads.
All of a sudden, like berillium built within you, the magnitude of anger builds from within until when provoked, the explosion takes place.
Your might, your power- now the show.
Whose show are you a puppet to perform for?
The biggest question?
Why?
That’s something to remember. No one.
Yes. Not even those you would find fun to crush. (Hulk SMASH!) They will find someone else to do that work if not themself.
