What is this place?

The title is a random quote that my mom said when we were traveling in Northern England looking for our hotel. It is now a great family inside joke, when ever we don't understand something, we just have to say "what is this place?" with a somewhat bewildered air and everyone laughs.

But often I wish in life that I could say that. When I look around and nothing seems familiar and I don't know how I got to where I am, "what is this place?" covers the feelings more eloquently than any ranting on stages of life. And yes, I am no longer talking about strict location.

Today I learned an important lesson, pay attention, its vital to life.

Anger is poisinous.

Like a sucking, parasitic life force, it kills joy and love and leaves destruction and hurt in its wreckage. That seems a bit extreme but I saw the true ravages of this in person. It begins with something that seems innocent, "I'm upset" you think, something small has upset me, but its not a big deal, I can get over it. But you don't. It festers, and then the next day, the surface gets thinner, the things that upset you get smaller and smaller until you could blow up at anything. A single word, a different way of saying things can set you off. And its not like this happens overnight, it takes at least a wekk to accumulate until you're system is infiltrated with this bitterness.

Allowing ourselves the succumb to the earliest sign is where we go wrong. We must force ourselves to not give into the "upset" stage. Because upset is just a nicer way of saying "angry." Don't give yourself the opportunity to fester, because in the end ALWAYS leads to unhappiness.

And what to replace it with? Love. The once word that is more wonderful than all other combined. Root out the anger, replace it with love and allow it to blossom without shoving on the "upset."