Life likes to deal a strange hand to those who expect otherwise.... When one expects to better a situation, life delivers a rather dreary circumstance. When one anticipates a time of struggle, life throws pleasantries into the path. It never does turn out the way you expect it to be.
I thought it was over, this monsoon. But when I looked up to hunt for the tint of blue sky I so expected, there it was, in the distance, rising and advancing like a siege upon the land clouds of grey. I could not be prepared to face it...it was much abrupt, but there was a sliver of excitement that tingled through my nerves as the first spray began.
The storm which I thought to have fully receded struck softly against my boat. The waves were just enough to rock me without threatening to capsize the tiny vessel in which I was contained. Do I want to be out there watching it? I do not know. On one hand, I fear the danger it may pose to be exposed so overtly to the cause of my distress. Yet that which lies in the eye of the storm is a rather engaging sight. I cannot hope to be free if I fret at being tossed around in the water while vaguely enjoying the sensation. Is there no end to my turmoil against myself?
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