Taming the volcano

When molten magna forces its way to the  surface, it seeks weaknesses in the Earth’s crust.  Pressure builds up.  And a rattling explosion soon follows.  BOOM!

His anger was no different.  He was mad.

He had every reason to be angry. He had suffered at the hands of the Gods of Unfairness (otherwise known as a layoff).  His job was gone. His career was kaput. He could feel another earthquake deep inside of him.  It wasn’t fair. Like Old Faithful, his explosions were like clockwork.

The cat saw him turning red and ran and hid.

Anger’s magma was burning him up inside. He’d tell everyone he met his pain. His plume of misery would explode on everyone he encountered. And they quickly got tired of it. He had become a human volcano.

Everyone was sick of his ash.

After his latest explosion, he noticed his life was like Pompeii — no living beings were around. He looked at the destruction in his life he had caused. He felt the pain burning inside of him. There had to be a better way. The constant anger was wearing him out.

The cat poked his head out from under the bed to see if it was safe to come out.  It was.

He had vented for the very last time.  So he decided to just let it all go.  No longer would he be be mad at the people who had “hurt” him.  He soon realized that they probably didn’t even realize (or care) that they had.  The burning was consuming him. And only him.

So that was the day he let it all go.  The lava of anger poured into the cool water of forgiveness. He now had new land to rebuild on.

And that was the day the volcano went dormant once and for all.