Hurricanes of Life

 I find myself standing at the precarious edge between the tranquility of the eye and the tumultuous eyewall of a hurricane. It's as though I'm living through a loop that persists until I finally succumb to sleep.

Amidst this perpetual cycle, there are fleeting moments when I catch a glimpse of the serene core nestled at the heart of the hurricane. Every day, I make a conscious effort to direct my focus towards this center, believing that despite the persistent chaos, concentrating on the calm can amplify its strength.

Interestingly, the very chaos of the eyewall holds a certain calming allure. The monotony of days, despite their seeming lack of excitement, carries its own soothing rhythm. 

Through this delicate equilibrium, I am reminded that, perhaps, in due course, we will all acquire the resilience to coexist harmoniously with the hurricanes that inevitably sweep through our lives.

(For those of you who don't know, the hurricane has three parts, the rainbands, the eye, and the eyewall. Out of this, the eyewall is where the storms and destruction take place while surprisingly, it is the center of the eye that is the calmest of them all.)