Burning Rage The act of ignoring something is a talent not everyone possesses. Sometimes someone cuts down your favorite flower, and you say, "It's okay. It's fine." Sometimes someone drives by and splashes dirty water on you, and you say, "It's okay. It's fine." Sometimes rain falls so heavily that even an umbrella cannot save you, and the taxi drivers become arrogant, yet you say, "It's okay. It's fine." Sometimes circumstances erase a file you've worked on for so long, and you say, "It's okay. It's fine." It is a type of pain you have no choice but to swallow because you are left with no other option. You swallow the "It's okay" and wear the "It's fine" smile to stop yourself from mentally falling apart. But are we really okay? Or are we a timer waiting to explode, ticking until we turn ourselves inside out with rage?
