I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.
After a storm comes the calm. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person that walked in and maybe then, maybe you will change? Change for good? Change is hard at first, messy in the middle but gorgeous in the end. And thats how you will receive the calm in your heart.