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.