Unexpected

There are moments where I feel so angry at a situation simply because I have no control over it. I feel like I know what should be done to make everything better, but, because I can't directly do anything, it just leaves me weak from trying so hard. You could be doing every thing right, and shit could still go left without any warning. Learning to let go is hard, but I've gotten better at doing so. Because of that, I allow myself to be angry; I allow myself to cry when the time calls for it. My feelings are valid despite what the world tells me I should feel like. My emotions are the most important part of me. They remind me that I'm human, and they keep me grounded. And as ugly as they can get sometimes, just to catch a glimpse of how beautiful they are makes it all worth it.