On a whim…

Many of us are tired.
Not just busy—tired in the bones.

We have watched things we care about erode. We have seen people suffer needlessly. We have tried to speak, to help, to hold ground—and anger has found a home in us.

That doesn’t make you a bad person.
It makes you human.

Anger often begins as love that has nowhere to go.

But if you are feeling scorched inside—if rage has become your daily fuel—you are not failing morally. You are overburdened.

You were never meant to carry the weight of the world on anger alone.

You are still called to care.
You are still allowed to resist what harms.
But you are also allowed to rest from outrage.

Contempt feels powerful, but it is a thin power. It burns fast and leaves little behind. Love is slower. It requires breathing room. It needs light more than heat.

If all you can do right now is tend one small good thing—do that.
If all you can offer is restraint instead of rage—let that be enough for today.

Your vocation is not to be consumed.
Your presence matters too.

There is a fire that warms without destroying.
May you be given that fire again.