How does one find a healthy balance between forgiveness and anger? Must we choose between the two, or can the two co-exist?
Lately I've been hit with a dose of righteous anger - the kind that envelops you when an injustice has been done. It has me by the throat, and this Mennonite gal raised by the motto "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all" forgets her heritage and turns into Kali.
Shamash is bringing out her inner bitch.
They say that the opposite of love isn't hate, but apathy. Perhaps a bit of anger now and again is better than not caring at all.
These lines from the movie The Upside of Anger (2005 starring Joan Allen and Kevin Costner) deal with the subject of love and anger:
People don’t know how to love. They bite rather than kiss and they slap rather than stroke. Maybe it’s because they realize how easy it is for love to go bad, to become suddenly impossible, unworkable, an exercise in futility. So they avoid it and seek solace in angst and fear and aggression which are always there and readily available. Or maybe sometimes they just don’t have all the facts...
Anger and resentment can stop you in your tracks...It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life that it swallows and smothers.
It’s real, though, the fury….it can change you, turn you, mold you and shape you into someone you’re not.
The only upside to anger, then, is the person you become: hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realizes they’re not afraid of its journey - someone who knows that the truth is, at best, a partially told story - that anger, like growth, comes in spurts and fits and in its wake leaves a new chance at acceptance and the promise of calm. - Mike Binder
So, I toast to a chance at acceptance, the promise of calm.
Until then, I'll focus on being true to myself and honoring authenticity by "bringing out my inner bitch" while choosing not to use my red, Kali tongue to taste that bitter fruit of unforgiveness, the poison of resentment.