You believe you have what it takes. Finally you have created a persona who is powerful enough to stand up straight and against the tought world. You wake up with a smile because you have succeeded in some fields, you are happy with yourself and you know your value. You are strong. Until Nature shows what is the truth. The truth that you are a small little insect that can be washed off from the life (that you are trying to take as seriously as possible) in a second.
Thunderstorms. The moment sky starts to mumble in it’s own languange, you understand that Nature is alive. The mumbling develops into sharp earlocking bangs. Your heart skips a beat because body believes it’s time to die. Choking feeling of unawarness: what’s gonna happen next?! Chicken skin on your body tells you that even a noise of Nature can scare you. What will happen if Nature starts to act accordingly as well?