It is easy to believe that things happen To us. Perhaps they do. Perhaps they do not
If they do, it is perhaps the result of Karma. If they do not, it is perhaps a chance occurrence
The assaults that we face, by way of unfortunate incidents or emotional hardships, compel us to react
And for years and years we do precisely this
That we are spent. That we cannot bear the weight of such an onslaught of unending storms
The idea of making things "right" or "better" or "harmonious" eventually gives way to the idea of Survival
Run for shelter, and we will not outrun the storm
Face it head on, and it will knock us to the earth
The moon does not glow for me
The storm that comes raging for me must have come for a reason
But whatever the reason, I have learned . . .
I have learned not to search for sunny skies
Or hope for the beauty of full moons
But they have the effect of compelling me to look into myself
They have the effect of compelling me to watch my step
They have the effect of realizing that the slightest of actions has a definite consequence
And that it does not take prisoners
If I knew how serious life was years ago, the storms might not have been storms
Namaste.