It was always anger.

Call it frustration, irritation, impatience—dress it up how you like—but underneath it all, it burns. The single emotion. The one you buried, masked, managed, meditated away.

But it never left. It just waited.

And now you see it. The clenched teeth, the short fuse, the tight jaw—yes, there it is. Not wrong. Not shameful. Just energy. Compressed. Contained. Ready.

Because anger isn’t the enemy. It’s the signal. The doorway. The engine.

It shows you where your boundaries were crossed. Where your values were trampled. Where something mattered so much, it hurt to watch it get ignored.

So don’t suppress it. Don’t let it own you, either. Work with it. Honor it. Let it speak—and then translate it into motion. Into change.

You’ve been circling the wrong emotions, trying to fix everything else. But this is the one. The heat. The key.

Now turn it.