The Storm

Some are visible, most of them are not.

It’s not the turbulence outside that bothers me, it’s the unknown which haunts you to the core. Perhaps the price you pay for being ambitious, or just the feeling that some things don’t work for you is beyond the factors of inevitability. You want to accept the otherwise, but you are not quite there to accept the order of the written (is it, already?).

You get in to a mode of self resistance, pessi-optimism and terrible planning mania. Well, none of it is my core attribute but a situation that evolves out of a surprise, boils down to a pothole of darkness and then provides a semblance of hope that ceases to dissipate and dissolve at the similar levels of uncertainty.

The path to achieve your dreams has never been easier. And the juggernaut to stay afloat, to remain relevant and to believe that I am valuable enough to steer the ship continues. Relentlessly.

Published by lifeoholic

Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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