Knife or Life

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Knife or life.

At every urge to throw violence at moments where anger or sadness supersedes my ability to act in love, I  have choice.

Externalize my anger with violence. Disappear, ghost, silent treatment, dog house, offend, yell, throw, hit, slam door, stonewall, gaslight, ad infinitum.

Heave the knife.

Or.

In right judgement, and steering away from passivity or “niceness” (i.e. stupidity and naivety), marry and consummate justice, truth and love.

Pause.
Wait.

In wisdom and prudence, reach with open hands and show that my heart is not a fist, but rather, the warmth of a summer sun bringing to light gently, that rotten contention. But melting all away with life.