It's easy to think healthy, feel positive, and act responsibly when "everything" is good.
But try raising above your storm when everything is crashing upon you, all you see is more dark clouds, and all you hear is thunders laughing. Try being a /good person/ when the world seems to be using you like a lab rat, experimenting with your limits, playing with your endurance, throwing challenge after challenge for you to stumble over.
YOU CAN'T.
No one can raise above the storm. Not even a bird, for the rain makes its wings heavy. What you can do — if life has any value to you still, that is — is not let go of hope, not allow yourself to drown.
If you want to live, don't fight the storm. It's vain. You can't dispell clouds or change the wind's direction. But what you can do is stay afloat. Focus your efforts on holding on. And just give in to it. Give in to the screams and tears and roars. And breathe through it.
Persevere.
You will arrive at the end of the storm.
And maybe a new one's already boiling on the horizon, ready to pounce and unravel as soon as you fall asleep, exhausted. Maybe all your limbs are broken and your heart is struggling to pump blood through your frozen veins.
If you want to keep on living, simply breathe through the pain. Rest.
Wounds will soon heal and you'll find peace and life again, no matter how far away, ridiculous, and lost forever it might seem from your current position. Wounds heal; if you just allow them to. And while scars stay forever, you do outgrow them.
It just takes time
for each storm has its end. (Though it may end with the world in ruin. Or, it may end after your life has ended.)
But if you want to survive, you need to resist fighting the urge to scream in despair and cry and roar at the top of your lungs about how much you hate life and how you've had enough and how you want it to end finally and how it's unfair and FUCKING KILL ME! Bottle it in, and it'll rip you apart from the inside — your very own storm to match the one around you. It'll cloud your judgement, kill your fire, and toss you around in the mud of your darkness. Don't let your pride and fear doom you. They're of good intent but they're stupid children. Let it go. Let it out. For as long as your inner sun isn't swallowed completely, no storm will be enough to kill your spirit.
The eye of the storm lies within you; in presence and compassion. But turn your eyes away from the wounds and your inner world will cover with ice.
Ice age after the storm is not a choice, but an instinct. And yet again, you need to fight your very nature to not let it destroy you.
We're so full of conflict.
Such fertile ground for STORMS.
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napisany 17.09.2022 i kilka tygodni wcześniej; opublikowany 17.09.2022. zaktualizowany 22.4.24
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