The storm can engulf you suddenly.
While you go about the business of life.
Working, creating, worrying about the stupid things.
Because this is how we roll, we imperfect human beings, who are trying our damndest to be…what?
Nothing, really. We are just attempting to survive, and, if we have any whimsical, always unrealistic, dreams, we put them aside till the right time comes.
My dear friends, the right time never comes.
So we cower, and follow the most traveled road, not realizing that only some of us are good travelers. Some keep stumbling, taking all the wrong turns, turning back, getting lost and smashing into walls, crying in the shadows, cursing fate, regretting decisions taken decades past, when we could barely count decades, but we trusted. Others, dreams, the future.
The future is now, and it is as cloudy as a London sky.
The brilliant ones seize the future before it happens, twist it and mold it like Murano molten glass. The others – the weak, the fearful, the responsible – just find themselves projected there, broken, confused, scrambling to just stay afloat.
And, mostly, fail.
Try your damndest, as I said, but the winds can be so instantly overwhelming that you are swept away before you have the chance to realize that it is windy.
You cannot fight the storm, dear ones. Just close your eyes, and allow it to divert you where it will.
Then, if you can, try to pick up the pieces. Yes, difficult task, some are unreachable.
The storm is wicked.
But so is life.