When I look at this I see tumultuous peace. How did the sky go from being blue to various shades of oranges and red like an angry fire?
Yet, it’s peaceful. It’s saying to me yes, there battle going on behind the scenes. There’s a war being waged. Turmoil. Strife. Confusion.
There’s also victory happening. Peace conquering over turmoil. Harmony happening I’ve strife. Certainty over confusion.
How can this be? How can you have two opposing things going on simultaneously? In the same life?
And yet, like the tower that’s standing, I stand alone. Only I can fight this war within. Only I can stand against the things that stand against me. Yes, there are people and outside forces that encourage, but I must, within myself, make a decision.
I made the decision to stand. Sometimes shaking. Sometimes trembling in fear. Sometimes ready to quit. But there’s a force within me that won’t let me quit. Won’t let me die. Won’t let me give up.