My relationship towards anger is something I have complex relationship with. Forever, I shall connect it to my father - a gift he left me, my little issue I have to deal with. I get angry enough that I feel the need to break things, to hurt things, to kill. Not to say that I would do any of these, but this year makes me believe that I have had to face the old dragon again.
Strange - before, it had more to offer. It had an outlet - it gave me something in return. Perhaps it is just, that the one who wished for destruction should receive it. But never more than before, the waters cannot swallow the flames. Now I must find if these flames can drive any creation - or only consume in it's endless hunger.
To find gold, go where the dragons sleep. Pity that you, my old fiend, could offer me nothing.
