“But, I’m Italian,” was no longer sufficient!
This got me thinking about how passion is good – rage, not so much. I started to define the two.
Passion is controlled rage for me. I can be driven by passion, but there’s a line somewhere and when I cross it, I know it. I know I’m out of my mind, but speaking anyway – for this reason – I want to!
How’s that for a Mars!
Babies yell their heads off for as long as they like. I decided to get this in hand because I’m way too old to behave that way.
Are you passionate, raging, both or neither?
Do you have excuses for your rage (i.e. you’re Italian)?
Where is your Mars?