I believe in anger. I also believe in fighting. Not fighting with our fists up, spewing words of hatred, creating resistance, defensiveness and separation. Not fighting against someone or something, but fighting for what we know is possible. Fighting for a better way, a better life and a better world. Fighting for what we believe is beautiful when we are conscious, and tapping into our anger is the first step.
Anger means our boundary, our rights, our safety or our future has been violated or threatened.
Anger, a human emotion, is not wrong or bad. Demanding that justice be served or speaking out against the abuse of power stems from the beauty of anger. Using anger to pull our self up after another knocks us down, is healing. There is nothing more powerful than channeling our anger into what we believe.
We need to allow our anger to rise to the top, so it does not come out sideways on an unsuspecting innocent victim or take a U-turn, where we may use it against our self. It is the stuffing down or denying that creates the explosive anger that is harmful, giving anger a bad rap.
Anger is a beautiful emotion giving us the fuel to fight for our rights, our dignity and our honor.
Fighting means we have hope. We have not given up. We know that change is possible. We need to tap into our anger and take action. We need to find our voice that urges us to leave that abusive relationship, make that phone call, demand that meeting, write that email or grab that picket sign.
Fighting means we have the courage to say no. Not on my watch.
Fighting begins with anger and continues with passion. Fighting with respect and honor, helps us figure out with a clear head what needs to be done to make permanent changes in our life and our world.
We are all connected, and when we fight for our self, we fight for another. When we fight for another, we fight for our world.
Yet, we need to fight for, not against. We don’t want to fight a war on drugs, we want to fight for recovery, where we people feel safe enough to heal their addictions. We don’t want to fight a war against cancer, we want to fight for prevention and health.
When I feel into the world, I am blessed to see fighting happening at all corners of our earth.
I see a boy in a coma fighting for his life after being hit by a drunk driver.
I see a mother fighting for her child who is being bullied in school.
I see a couple fighting for their marriage, creating new patterns of communication.
I see a store owner fighting for his livelihood.
I see a professional soccer player fighting for her right for equal pay.
I see a survivor fighting for those who have not yet found their voice.
I see a courageous girl fighting for the world to take notice about the seriousness of our current climate crisis.
I see a soldier fighting for the freedom of others.
I see a teen fighting for her self-worth within the lure of peer pressure.
I see an addict fighting for recovery.
I see a protestor fighting for the rights to control her own body.
I see a husband fighting to keep his home from going into foreclosure.
I see a football player fighting for the rights of shelter pets.
I see patients fighting for their health.
I see a homeless man fighting to stay alive one more day.
Our world is not hopeless, even when we seem to be dragging our feet. Don’t stop fighting. In fact, when we up the ante, we encourage others there is hope. That our life, our families, our country and our world know better. That we can do better.
It’s about time we all begin to get a little angry. Our world depends on it.