Day 122 "It Can't Rain All The Time"

There will always be a storm somewhere in the distance. We all know that the smile we wear today may be washed away as soon as tomorrow.

Who knows how long we will be without both sun and warmth, and without a clear sky in which to locate our Northern Star?

Who knows the strength and limits of our wills to see our storms through?

Who of us knows for sure if we have what it takes to make it through the next desperate wave?

Are we prepared for hurricanes and tsunamis, and the earthquakes of the expected and unwanted fears that may come to be sooner than later?

How strong is our hope? Are we prepared to fight for ourselves and our safety when the time comes to go up against the wrath of tomorrow and the urgency of now?

I have seen so many run and hide at the first sight of bad weather.

To the bunkers!

To the shelters!

To somewhere, anywhere, as long as it’s not here!

I choose to stand against all of it the best that I can, and to hold on to the hope that my strength will never be broken by the force of the storm of the century.

I choose to stand here in the middle of nowhere, knowing that it will eventually lead to somewhere.

I choose to stand against the storm.

I know that this will come to pass, and that the skies will eventually clear.

I know that the waves will not always smash me upon the rocks of my past.

I know that if you stand back to back with yourself, then you will protect yourself enough, to weather any storm long enough, to witness the breaking of the clouds, and to see the sun once again.

To feel the warmth once again…and to inevitably see the coming of yet another storm once again.