In all of us there are buttons.
When pressed these buttons can do the craziest of things. And every one's button's are different as to what triggers them, and the results can be mixed as well, but there are a few that are absolutely universal.
The ones that can make us cry, make us laugh, or send us into a boiling rage. They can also make us love to the greatest extent of our hearts
They can make us lose our senses and act without thought or meaning. We try to hide the negative buttons, in this case I'm speaking directly to 'rage' . Most of us keep the buttons out of sight and out of mind. But every now and then, they can get pressed. Sometimes they get pressed so hard that for you are no longer yourself but an unfamiliar entity, one you yourself don't even recognize.
That buttons been pressed before, and we swear after doing it we'll never do it again.
And we don't for a while.
But every now and then it'll get triggered. And you become suddenly violent. We all have this element in us. We've all at one point or another will expose our violence to the world. It's uglyness, it's permanence in our nature. It's unrelenting existing in our souls.
Some attempt to extinguish this nature, others embrace it, others will attempt to silence it.
But here's the thing about the 'rage' and 'anger' buttons. They're so damn close to the button for 'passion'. For something you'd do anything for, for something you couldn't live without. For something or SOMEONE that in every way seems to be exact in what you desire.
And without the button for passion there would be no great love. No moments under sheets that roar with excitement, no night where you can stare across into eyes of someone and just find exactly what you always wanted to see.
I think that's why the most violent of crimes have always been with men and women. That person that can make you believe that in everything, if there is such a thing as love, it could exist here, in a moment of time and space that always just seems suspended. It's the fucking scariest feeling in the world.
It's the best feeling in the world.
Sadly, it's also attached the worst feelings in the world. The ones where you don't get that perfect spot, you don't deserve that spot, that spot is reserved for someone else' eyes. You aren't good enough for them.
As we grow and experience this emotion, and we do it again and again...the peaks get ever higher, the lows ever lower. Sometimes the sun seems like it's vacuumed away in a haze of cold gray clouds and it will NEVER be coming back. In others, the night sky feels warm and the slightest breeze and kiss on the neck feels like an infinite chorus of perfectness.
How often we hit these buttons is up to us. They're are risks involved. And the penalties can be severe. But I encourage the risk takers.
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