Sunday, March 20th 2011. The storm. Life, it's a mystery. Some people fall in to it with such grace. Some are born kicking and screaming. Some get a free ride throughout, some struggle against the tomalchouos(?) rip tide being held down by it's power thrust while it squeezes the life out of you. Some people float along the still pool of life enjoying the raft they've been given from the start. While others swim up shore against the current fever should be praying for a life boat. Me a graceful life has never been my style. It's been the unobtainable dream. I stand alone in the middle of a wind storm struggling to stand up right. People say your life is what you make of it, is it or is that a mirage to comfort those who are down on their luck. We cannot control every aspect of our lives nor prevent circumstances.
