Monsoon

   Everyday we are challenged by a current, that no one seems to notice, very subtle, yet strong, makes our "everydays" flow, you never realize how the road we have taken up inlife, was rarley a desicion, but we were somehow pulled gently into the river stream.

  Sometimes we are decived by the thought of how the current is controlled by us, by our desicions, by our thougts and the

freedom we believe in owning, your desicion might be initated and you might have decided this road is not "your cup of tea" in life but it will still find a way to pull you in back to what we call "average" "plain" and my least favorite "normal" the power of destruction these can do, it is a mass murder of innovation.

  So what happens when a powerful gush of air decides to push away from the stream, to rebel? It picks itself up and sets on a journey taking with it what it needs to prove it's very existance and to bring change, that's the key word change, it becomes a Monsoon.

  The defenition of a Monsoon is the following:

1. A wind from the southwest or south that brings heavy rainfall to southern Asia in the summer.
2. the meaning is far more greater than that, it changed summer into winter pulling the rain makers along with it. despite how near earth is from the sun and despite the previous mentioned stream of "normal" it reversed seasons, bringing undesmissable benifit to these countries argriculture and most importantly carved it's own path to teach us that anything could happen..

  So the question comes down to, are you a Monsoon?

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     Putting someone to sleep in a matter of seconds, where they depart the state of conscious to the absolute unknown, loss of every sensation, of every control up to the state where their lungs can no longer function on their own and we are able to invade where no man has gone before exposing layers of their physical being, digging in deep to the source of where the body decided to rebel, in a form or another with deep sense of calmness and stability with the preparation of a sudden outbreak of a disaster. 

    Retract, alternate, cut, excise and finally fix all in a cold 4 walled room with covered faces..

Now tell me how can this not take your breath away, how can this not be a miracle?..

And when happiness infects us..

  You wake up in the morning, bed hair you don't care today you wake up, open the curtains, you let the sun in, past the window, past your room and into your soul..Yes! You let it soak in, it's warmth, it's brightness, you realise you aren't the only one celebrating life, everything around you is, your heartbeats, the stilnece roar of the AC's engine and the chirps of the birds outside your window.

  The whole universe is in harmony, the perfect harmony that was exactly created for you, yes, the universe was in harmony for you, for your grand ideas, for your creativity to be released like a beast escaping it's bone cage, your chest..let it go for even if it splatters, it's still beautiful.

  But something taps on your shoulder, whispers behind your left ear, brings shivers down your spine "hold back, happiness never lasts, this is an illusion" and now your commn sense hits, is this real? Why am I happy? Is it worth it? The beast that was roaring in your chest turns into a little kitten and hides in the corner, back to it's comfort zone, where it always has been.

  The comfort zone where we all have hung up a 3 x 4 wooden board with "home sweet home" carved in it. Another day shall pass without telling the people we love how much they mean to us, another day shall pass where we decide to have the same breakfast again, ignore the way we feel again, and suppress every insane idea that crosses our head by telling it "we're sorry there is no place for change in our society, there is no place for you in the lobes of my brain"

Another day shall pass, just like everyother day, ordinary.

Unless, when that little voice starts to whisper behind your left ear, you tell it to stay in that comfort zone, for you have decided to pack your bags and leave.