The eye of the storm…

How do we do this? Live amongst all the crap swirling around us and yet somehow continue on, living in the eye of the storm. How do we get up each day knowing what we know. How does that knowledge not haunt our every waking movement? And when it is quiet...and sometimes it is quiet. Almost peaceful. How do we enjoy that blissfull calm?

Sometimes as you are sitting admiring the calm, that is when you are taken unawares. You unwittingly end up meandering closer to the storm. And that storm…well, it smacks the shit out of you. And as you stumble along, you get battered and torn. And yet you continue standing. Proud and resolute. I can do this, you say. I can survive this.

And then something comes out of nowhere and hits you upside the head. Sometimes hard enough to knock you down. And you sit there stunned for a spell. Wondering where the hell it came from. You cry. You cry some more…and then you get up again. Searching for a way out. Searching for a door that does not exist. There is no door. All you can do is wait it out. Wait for the storm to dissipate and hope like hell that when everything has passed you are still standing.
That is all we can do…It is what I do tonight.