Flying upon the winds of emotion, our minds embark upon a journey.
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A calm wind blows.
The breeze is cool, the sun beautifully shines above us. Our travels feel effortless. We invite our friends along to share in the experience and life feels great.
A chilling wind approaches and clouds gather.
Our minds focus on the cold and we occasionally lose sight of the sun and falter, though it is most certainly still there. Where have our friends gone? They are still with us as well, but the clouds block our vision and we feel alone. Worry becomes us.
The clouds have conquered the sky and little warmth can be found for the sun is hidden behind a veil of white.
"Where am I?" we ask ourselves. We can see almost nothing. Our mind is in disarray. We have completely forgotten about the sun and our friends, who still exist somewhere amongst the clouds. We fail to realize they must be going through the very same experience, and loneliness becomes us. We know only ourselves. We know only of our current plight.
The clouds darken and fierce storm is born.
Our minds are in a panic. "Why do I have to go through this?!" we yell out to the unanswering darkness. We start to regret the journey. We forget that there are cool breezes and warm sunlight. We forget there are friends who suffer right alongside us, whether we perceive them or not. We only seek an unknown salvation, or the premature end of our journey. But for those who persevere...
The clouds lighten, scatter, and disappear.
The cool breeze can be felt once again. The sight of our friends brings us great joy, just as much as the sight of us brings to them. We gather together once again, to partake of this journey one more time. This time a little bit stronger, and little bit wiser.
We risk the clouds again because our friends will always be amongst them. We risk the storm because eventually, it shall pass. For every moment of sightlessness we bear, we see a little better. For all of the cold we suffer, our hearts give out a little more warmth. For all the storms we must fly through, we handle each new one a little more gracefully.
This is our journey. One of friends and of growth. From times of peace to times of turmoil. But we must fly on.
We should all see the world, when we are better individuals and the clouds have parted.
A kind word that is honest and heartfelt can go a long way...