The Approaching Curve

The Curve.

Every day has a curve. They range from a minor hiccup to a full scale tornado. They can appear to be as one thing and end up another. You never really know which it is until it's there, unavoidable - without escape.

The escape. We all wish it came before the storm. We all wish it came but it didn't and it never will. The only form of escape we have is in the aftermath. Should we let it consume us and bury us down in the trenches? Or will we fight the wreckage and threats against us? Our fight or flight instincts guide us, they can unknowingly help us or directly hurt us.

The Curve.

Seeing that is coming and not being able to change your course or avoid the colossal destruction that is threatening to run you over. We want to run, we want to go as fast as our legs and breaths can take us but we can't. Despite our overwhelming need to run, we are frozen in our places.

It's the fear. It's the unknown. It's everything and nothing all wrapped into a disfigured and undecipherable moment. Our flight instinct tells us to get the hell out of there yet our body does not comply. We scream. We cry. We pray. Flight does not come.

The Curve.

It's pain. It's madness. It's absolute desperation. Only one option remains. To try and survive, to fight. Gathering all our courage and all our will to continue existing, the battle is near and hope cannot be completely lost. We put up our fists. We take a strong stance. We dare to live. The Fight has arrived.

The Curve.

It challenges our very being and we must stand tall to prove that it is worth it. That we are worth it. We determine our worth - by our actions, by our words. Without our drive, our power and our infinite breaths we wouldn't be who we are. It is our strength and lack thereof that we can amount to our true place in life.

The Approaching Curve can make or break us - we must decide which one it will be and make it happen.