For those who do not see the value in anger, I believe the key to understanding this is transmutation or sublimation, that is, the power of our consciousness to transform these energies into positive and loving energies. Take a simple example, an honesty cop or lawyer (rare, but for example): this kind of person may be angered by the injustice of the world, and but their actions, to be effective, will require much self control. That is to say, the mode of expressing anger may be far different from the root of the anger itself. To deny the anger altogether (unable to consciously identify where it should be directed at, even if idealistically) will likely result in depression, that is, the negative emotion turned inward, and/or self-destruction.
In my opinion, it is our duty to explorer how to merry these forces in the world and in our consciousness, for maximum potency. It is strongly assumed that morality and discipline are required to be able to transmute or sublimate these energies into good. Alas, this is the KEY to be able to “use” anger for good (although this is too gross of an explanation).
At the same time this explains why many intuitively move away from encountering their own anger, because they know in themselves that they are not well disciplined enough, or simply self-aware enough, to be able to transmute these energies into good.
As with all emotion true mastery over anger is being in control while being angry, not by in control through trying not to be angry. True strength shows itself being able to allow ones emotion while never being fully over taken by them, so that there always is the possibility of regulating them or one’s own behavior.
Beware of of he illusion of control that goes along with an anemic approach to life, which rest upon a facade of modesty, decency and kindness based on (of course only superficial) suppression of feelings. Such a facade has its flawlessness paid for by the risk of its fragility. Only if you have the courage to engage with your dark side by venturing forth into the deepest and darkest parts of your soul, while you truly able to understand and hopefully also master them.
I can tell you about the tears I never shed
as they flood my mind with thoughts of guilt
and overwhelming sorrow.
The moments I lacked sympathy
and empathy at moments when short phrases
and warm gestures needed implementation.
Neglected communications as if I were aphasic.
A shy man of few words cursed
with a heart that speaks volumes.
Sadly guilty of making bad decisions
and acting maliciously when all I had were good intentions.
I can tell you about the memories that haunt my mind
like vivid pictures on a slide show on repeat.
I can tell you about the essence of
moonless nights and starless skies.
The sensation of being engulfed in a tunnel of darkness
and the only light source stems from an exit miles away.
The despair sometimes feels like I'm gasping for air
while submerged in the heart of the Artic.
Or thirsting for freedom
while journeying through the Amazon.
The sure tangibility of dreams like a mirage.
No boundless heights to strive for
at the core of my eclipsed surroundings.
The epitome of the world seen
through the eyes of a wingless bird.
Trying to emulate the gracious flight of Heaven's angels,
but sometimes the world can be cruel.