I've always heard that the eye of a storm is absolutely silent and calm, and this notion has permeated through much of life's events. It's quite the novel thought that, if one were to stand before a swirling, mad storm, the searing siren of its warning making ears bleed and fingers tremble, that they would be focused on the eye. That they would stare through that angry gray-blackness and wonder, how is silence encased in such chaos? But I believe that this metaphor is one of life. Our bodies and the world around us scream, thrash, spin crazily around our heads relentlessly, and we have but a moment's notice before tragedy strikes, no matter how "little" the tragedy. But our minds, our souls; they stay silent within us, the calm facade in the middle of the storm, holding onto our sanity (or lack thereof) to carry us through the whirlwind, and help us touch down onto steady ground.
The human mind is an amazing organ, not only with its endorphin and serotonin chemicals, but also with its elasticity: the ability to bounce back when life knocks us down. The human brain is also invisible to others, though they (most likely) understand that it is there (or at least for the most part, it is there). But if we are storms, our minds are the calm. Now, it may be arguable that the mind is not calm, that because it is constantly going, we are chaos through and through. What is calm but controlled chaos? Our brains have chosen to sip the stormy elixir slowly, allowing it to permeate our being and charge our body; chaos is needed to create strength.
So, my question for the day is this: how will you drink in chaos to fill your body with calm?
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