No one cares about you except, possibly, you. You either sort yourself out or you go unsorted. That’s where anger and resentment and hatred and self-loathing come into play; not as a new reality, but as a bridge to a new reality. The bridge isn’t the path, but you do have to cross it. Waking up takes energy, energy requires fuel, and your only fuel is hot emotion. Emotion is your only power, but the soft and sweet ones are only good for lying around and rubbing your belly, not for getting up and making the great journey of your life.