My temper was a sword I'd made because I was so sick of getting stabbed. I'm sorry for becoming part of that sick cycle, for stepping into shoes I should have rejected. I lay down my arms for you, because you worth it, worth trusting.
They said I had a temper, not a soul ever asked why it had developed or what it protected me from.
Temper is a form of function, a response of the self to the environment, for better or worse. The short temper belongs to the person who's brain assumed it to exist in a dog-eat-dog world. The sweet temper belongs to a person who's brain has assumed that cooperation is the best strategy for survival. Every one of us is primitive at some level, and this thing we call personality is the result. Yet temper is a thing we can change when we educate the primitive brain in the right way. When we change our environment, we change us too - that's exciting, right?
There is an old prayer that asks for a spouse of sweet and even temper. I wasn't sure why that would be a request of heaven, yet all these years on I can see that it is the wisest of requests.
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