“The colours of the wind in my life”. What an ugly phrase. This is so figurative to everyday life. Some days there are winds that blow my feelings or blow me physically into a bad emotional day or bad physical day. I would say by being alive, you are forced to be striked by the winds of this life.
Do you remember your first wind when you come to earth for the very first time? You cried so much and your mother kept you close to her chest. For a moment you will keep quite, thinking the wind has gone. You are now old and matured, but guess what? The wind is also maturing as you are get matured.
We use to cry over milk and toys, but now we cry over financial issue, relationship issues and emotional issues, the list is endless.
Up in this stage of my life I can say, I have seen the ugly colours of the wind, they have pushed me back and front and at times It would seem like it’s over about me, hope would appear from no where and lift me up. I have learned to collect every bricks that the wind throws at me and construct a huge wall around me to protect my self.
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