The respect I have for you is not determined by the lack of respect you give me.

"Let go of anger," they say as I pace back and forth. The frustration in denying a fundamental element of human existence for behind that anger, you see, lay the tears. "Let go of anger," they say as their discomfort with facing their own sadness takes hold. Invite in that which we hate, embrace and love, correct a destructive mental state.