Wednesday, 27 June 2007


When an unavoidable duty or circumstance of unpleasant quality crosses my path, I respond with irritation, anger, and a defensive reaction. That is, I act as any child does when faced with the iron wall of parental indifference: by throwing a tantrum.

Now to be sure, my reason rightly judges that these actions are futile and remove neither unseasonable circumstance nor irksome duty; My fruitless anger divorces passion from reason.

Little wonder then my life is so rudderless when the storms come.

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