Look into the eye of the hurricane

Look around you.

Rough waves, angry sea.

Blue skies, the sun is free.

Look into the eye of the hurricane.

Is that dismay shown in the crashing waves?

Or joy shown in the swaying leaves?

Two contrasting things.

But what do they mean?

Now look into yourself, and you will see.

The hurricane and you are more alike than what you think.

Its angry seas are your tears falling down the sink.

Its blue skies your smiles drawn on with washable ink.

Like the hurricane, you are multifaceted and complex.

Both constantly reacting to life's strong vortex.

So brace yourself and promise me one thing.

Try to not fret when one second you're flying,

and the next you're beaten down by just trying.