Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos all around.
I think they call it a lose-lose situation. It’s the kind of reality in which all you can do is wait for the dust to settle and then choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it’s still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild.
After disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. So why is it so hard to move on? Because if you’re anything like me, you just keep chasing the storm, dwelling on the past and wondering how to change what you have no control over.
The problem with chasing the storm is… it wears you down, it destroys your spirit. It eats away at you, slowly but surely. Swallowing the very best aspects of who you are. The problem with chasing the storm is, nothing can stop it.
So why am I still trying?