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Anger, in all its forms and nuances, is the best motivating emotion there is. Success is scarcely found without ties to this potent agitator lurking somewhere down deep. A kid looks in a store window, he sees a shiny new red bike, then he feels the holes in his pockets… The fire is lit. From that primal emotional reaction, the child realizes that want and anger are directly linked to each other. Now, I know we live in a so called "enlightened" society and I certainly don’t want to discourage any zen aficionados out there. But I say, why fight it? Is the kid supposed to be thankful he doesn’t have a pot to piss in? Or should he remember that feeling every time he feels far away from something he wants?
 
Every time I feel too far away from my destination, every time my vision is blurred, I become that kid again. I become angry at myself. I become angry
at everyone around me. I feel the sense of urgency rush back over me. I know that there is a mean streak a mile wide across my back and I am thankful
for my anger. Lurking beneath every loss, every tear, every broken dream is anger. We, as a people, are about as far from a utopian society as we have ever been in my way of thinking, so **** it, ride the wave. 

A real warrior doesn’t lament what he has lost. He becomes angry. He goes on the warpath. He goes looking for a fight. I find a hundred reasons every day 
to be thankful and that is correct. I can find one reason a day to be angry and that is when I step in the gym. I see that shiny new bike in the store window and I’m mad cause I don’t have it yet. I won’t lament mistakes or catalogue regrets, but I will get on the warpath and go looking for a fight. To be brutally honest, I stay angry pretty much all the time and I have found no greater motivator than anger. I’m sure there is someone somewhere whistling zippidy-doo-da, it’s just not my way. 

I train upset. I stay upset. People ask me how much is enough. I tell them, I’ll let you know when I get there. They ask does it ever get any easier. I tell them, I hope not. Who wants easy? What is worth having that comes cheap? I would rather write the book of my life in my own blood and be able to say I paid for that shit in full. It is ironic. 

There are things all around me… here are people all around me. There are people all around me who can give me all the things around me, but no one can give me what I want. I have to pound it out myself. I have to take what I need for me–no one else. For what the people around me do give me, I am thankful. The space to run into brick walls and the right to be angry, it’s all I know. This is probably the place where I should say I’m sorry for being a first class mother****er. I’m not ready to yet and I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting if I were you. Like I said, no apologies. I paid for this shit in full. 

So if you still think it’s wrong to be angry, ask yourself if it’s wrong to be sorry as well. The way I see it, I would rather be angry than sorry–at least you can build on anger. And don’t tell me you don’t get mad when you’re half way through your third nasty dry chicken breast and you wish you could swallow it whole. You may as well use that anger in a positive way, right? And don’t tell me you don’t look around the gym and while your covered head to toe and still looking respectable, you see some ******* in a yellow tank top talking to the soccer moms who, incidentally, are only there cuz hubby doesn’t notice them anymore and they look at you like you don’t belong. Tell me you don’t get angry… I ****ing dare you. 

The point here is anger is a stimulus too. It stimulates some instinct in you to tap into your own power over your own universe. I suggest you find a way to use it, cuz it ain’t going anywhere.

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