Inner rage and childish tantrums

How do you deal with inner rage? Rage from frustration, upset, feelings of inadequacy?
I wish I had a sensible, adult POP on this, because then I could follow my own sage advice.
Instead I behave like a child - still!
I throw things, lash out verbally and hit things, usually hurting myself physically. And I scream inside.
Then I feel even worse and depressed and useless.
I soon recover. Bounce back. Smile. Find a solution.
Now, if only I could do that BEFORE I get OTT.

Biorhythms - or actions?

Why is it that some days we feel low and others we feel high?
My Dad used to put it down to biorhythms. He swore by them. Acted on deals only when his rhythms were on the rise. Took a day off and went partying when at full peak. Rested at home when they were low.
It was a good excuse for his actions.
I prefer to think that my moods are caused by my actions.
I do something good, worthy or well and I feel high.
I do something I regret, badly or against my nature and I feel low.
I prefer to think that I am in control. Not that some biological cycle is controlling me.
What about you?

Mesmerised by the Moon

Last night I was driving home. A route I take almost every night. I drive, drop, drive, almost on auto pilot. Slowing for the cameras. Speeding up in between.
Last night something made me want to stop.
I drew over to a side lane where there was no traffic.
I parked and climbed out of my car and stood still in the cocooning silence.
The moon was almost full. My son and I had been gazing on it moments earlier, tracing the rabbit and the man resting thereon. It was a bright orb in an otherwise dark sky.
I listened. I heard a noise. I twitched. The noise came again. I shivered.
The night was humid and still. I could hear my heart beating.
I tasted the damp soil and sleeping leaves on the air.
I felt sad and yet happy. Restless and yet calm.
The bats were rustling and clicking in the foliage above me. It was time to head home.
My moment of reflection had brought me peace.

No regrets?

Why is it that we tell ourselves over and over again to "live each day as if it were your last." Or to "seize the day." Or that "life is too short to ..."
And yet, we never seem to be able to lift ourselves up and out of our routine, to do as we say?
Are we too scared? Too unadventurous? Too insecure?
Too complacent? Too lazy?
Or maybe, we are already living that way and, if we die tomorrow, will die with no regrets.
Which reply fits you?