Consciousness Correction

I've always had an aversion to emotions with a negative trait. Anger doesn't dissipate with age, but I don't fly in to a rage when I feel the first inkling of frustration. Instead, I contemplate the source of my anxiety and tell myself, "Just turn the page." By doing so I segregate the trivial from something with validity. I prefer trying to work things out over throwing stones of derision and correct myself with a conscious effort not to act with stupidity. It usually proves to be that I've made the best possible decision. I don't enjoy being around anyone who likes to embrace negativity. They have the propensity to turn sunshine to clouds filled with rain. It's more my style to wear a smile, with the inclination of proclivity to find some good in everything without indifference or disdain. I prefer looking beyond the moment when my wrath begins to rise and take a moment to prevent a hunger for animosity to be fed. It's a high road, sans rose-colored glasses, but with benevolent eyes. I am more tolerant of others, which dissuades me from seeing red.