The storm

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Outside I see the leaves blowing gently in the breeze waiting for something to pick them up and carry them off. Juat then a strong gust of wind picks them up and swirls them around in a awesome display of the mothers anger. Then suddenly it stops and lets the leaves float back to the earth. To continue swaying in the breeze waiting for the next time they will be picked up and carried off. I feel like these leaves. The exterior so calm and peacefull, inside running a torrent of emotions. Should I drop to my knees and cry to the Gods? Should I rage against the current till I break? Should I just keep waiting for the next thing to lift me up and carry me away? Reeds survive storms because when the storm hits they bend and sway with the current. They do not stand against it like the trees that stand proud and break because of it. The reeds do not fight against it, only go with whatever comes. Does this mean we should go with what the current of what life has to offer or holdfast and break because of pride or ignorance? Maybe we are so focused on surviving our own trials that we cannot concievably see the bigger picture. Perhaps there is no bigger picture other than the ones we create within ourselves. Somewhere there has to be some place where the storm doesnt hit. A safe spot within ourselves that is uneffected by the wind. To be safe from this life filled with hurt and pain. There has to be something ...some where.....