Storms

From what I've been able to deduce all life is a series of storms and their eyes. It's a storm that blows against you, forcing you to endure. Then it gives you a modicum of peace, not to lull you into a false sense of security (the universe wouldn't be so cruel) but to genuinely give you some rest. Then the storm begins again. And it's during the storms that we fall in love, that we fight, and change. The eyes are brief and serene; just glimpses into an unattainable Nirvana. And in any case, I would not want to be enlightened; I would not want to live completely peacefully. I love the summits we reach when in love and the valleys we fall into when alone. But the storms define us, how we react and endure is the most apt judge of our character. To find who you are, I suggest you look at what you've done when in a storm. Have you helped others? Have you been selfless? Have you lusted? Or been greedy? Forget the eyes of life, everyone can be good there.