I am livid with rage, sitting here in chains through this mad war which kills any meaning of life... My nerves are shattered and my mind darkened.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm in a great rage now, as I understand how many lives we have lost.
I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.
All through life I've harbored anger rather than expressed it at the moment.
Through the years I have seen myself as a peaceful person, but the awareness of the anger is part of that process.
Life is precious and there's not a lot of room for anger.
In the madness, you have to find calm.
You can survive with anger, but you can't live with it forever.
Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.
I feel I'm pretty zen and laid back. I don't have a lot of rage in my real life.
I don't have life rage anymore.