Status Quo Ante Bellum

When life around you stops, you grasp harder for air.

When a hurricane of events wraps you in, toss you into the sand and leaves you senseless, you grasp harder for air.

There, when you are dimly admiring the vacuum of your ceiling. Memories of the past smother your mind because your mind is unable to unlock the future. And because the real vacuum it’s the one your ideals are left. Nonetheless, you grasp harder for air.

Then a satirical and ironic, deeply rooted question surfaces “ I am afraid to live?”

And in a blurry windy moment. when you have exhausted your heart with excuses, you find the most sincere answer  “It’s the fall”.

It’s the state of mind in which positivism becomes irrealism.

We are afraid of realizing that the hurricane only tossed you with its tail, and the hurricane has a large, bulkier brother, and he is headed in your direction.

We are trying hard to grasp for air, but in a parallel sentiment, we are afraid of the storm in the horizon, and what it might do to us, and what it might become of us, and the underlying maleficent question “What if I fall?”

And your life stops.  

Life will never be ideal, only real.

Life will never stop. Only you stop.

Don't ever settle for comfortable.

Keep moving forward.

And grasp harder for air.