cou[rage] for the r[love]ution

cou[rage]

It is an emotion that consumes me from within. It boils in my stomach, through my heart into my extremities, radiating out of my fingers and toes and eyes and my nose until I feel like I cannot breathe from such overwhelming force and passion. It consumes my thoughts and my actions and it is through sheer willpower alone that I can step back and observe my surroundings before I open my lips to sing songs of fire and

Rage.

Fury, pure and unashamed. Erupting through me, changing me into a mortal volcano with molten thunder for blood. 

I do not consider rage to be an inherently disagreeable emotion. Some of my most honest and powerful moments have been fueled by rage so pure it must have been sent from Ares himself. Rage has been the inspiration for hundreds of acts of love just as love has often sparked the first heated symptoms of rage. 

The problem with rage is that, like love, it can make you lose your mind. It can consume you to the point that you forget up from down and right from wrong. Love is blind and so is rage. It is crucial to keep your eyes open and your feet on the ground should you find yourself consumed by either. Treading on coals is less daunting when we remember that flesh is mostly water. 

So burn bright, blazing fire of passion and wrath. Unleash your indignation on what vexes my soul with resentment. Cast your light upon the never-ending darkness, but waste not your energy on hate. Love will ignite you and love will extinguish you before you have gone too far. Trust in your power and vivacity but know that you cannot exist alone. We are in this together, you and I. Rage is the means. Love is the end.