Storm: a tumultuous reaction; an uproar or controversy.
Is it just me or do we all at some point sometimes just sit around and wish that life was perfect? Wish that we did more, we had more, we were more as individuals. But instead of wishing that life was perfect, why don't we take a second to reflect on the fact that it is so imperfect? That it all together is made perfect.
I am my biggest judgement day in and day out and I carry the weight of every storm right on my shoulders. Sounds tough, right? Right. I wish that I didn't have trials and tribulations, and I wish that I could wake up and I didn't have a worry. I can't count the days where I have just cried because something didn't go my way. If you're anything like me, then you probably cry about gosh dang everything wether it's a box of really sweet puppies or whether it's because of some kind of tragedy that bears you in a more personal way. It's such an overwhelming feeling, being suppressed by how you feel and all the while you're hoping that things would be better. One day, though, you'll be glad that you stopped wishing and you started watching and accepting life for everything both good and bad.
But the surreal joy in all of this is that without the storm, you wouldn't have time to grow. You wouldn't have time to recover and realize that without the storm, you would have never gotten to where you are now. It is so important to take time to recognize in all your trials, tribulations, and storms that you are so much bigger than the lightning and the thunder that overtakes you.
My moral here is for you to sit down. Sit down and think about where you would be if things were perfect. If you woke up and the sun was always shining, there was no traffic, your shower was hot, you had a balanced breakfast, and a perfect day with a perfect amount of sleep. Sure, it sounds wonderful, doesn't it? It feels like magic and it radiates every dream you've ever echoed. Even writing this, I could sit down and almost cry because I still wish things were perfect. There are so many times though that I sit down and I don't wish things were perfect. I am so glad that my hair doesn't fall right or I fall up the stairs when I walk. I'm glad that I sometimes sleep in on accident and forget to take a shower. I'm glad that I am late and I forget to brush my teeth. Wow. Wow at how much you grow and prosper within a storm. To me, that is and will always be so much more perfect than everything just being perfect. So, from this, please take away that it's OK that things aren't perfect. It's necessary to get lost in the thunder in the lightning and to grow, prosper, and sunshine out of that.