When life hits you hard...it hurts.

Why does it feel like what often is nothing but a raindrop transpires suddenly into a storm?
It's swirling inside my mind, inside my life and I can't make it stop.
Sometimes, the raindrops are tears and my face turns into a light drizzle, other times it comes on all at once, like a monsoon.
Every day is different, sometimes I feel like I'm living in a hurricane and I'm watching pieces of my life float by me. Then just as I am going under, I rise to the surface gasping for air but relieved nonetheless. Those moments help keep me humble and make me grateful that I am alive.
Inevitably however, the debris from the circulating storm around me hits me and knocks me off course, yet again. I tremble and try to catch my footing and wait for a moment to come up for air.
As my eyes swell and my heart pounds profusely, I'm waiting for the calm. 

Get Real.

What's real?
What makes you feel?
What matters?
Maybe it's how much stuff you have.
How much sex you have.
Who loves you?
Does it really matter if you don't love yourself?
Who do you care about?
Are you just living for yourself or are you set out to help others better their lives as well?
7 Billion People.
Anyone can get lost in their own lives, undoubtedly we each have our own mission to fill, our own destiny to follow, a purpose. Life isn't meant to be selfish or shallow. Life IS deep.
Life is about everything, everyone, one.
Is life about survival?
Do we live to outlive others? Survival of the fittest.
Why are you superior to me, to him, to them?
Do we not bleed the same? Hurt the same? Feel the same emotions? 

Que pasa con el mundo que está tan inmundo

 Que pasa pregunto que pasa pregunto 

Pregunto yo que pasa hoy con el mundo 

Que está tan absurdo que está taciturno

 Que pasa que nada bueno nos pasa 

Y que la paz por aquí nunca pasa 

Que pasa que solo la guerra pasa 

Que es lo que pasa pregunto yo