What is wind but the air in transit,
from one part of the world to the other,
constantly on the move,
thoughtlessly sweeping across deserts and meadows alike,
not knowing where exactly it’s going, but going, nonetheless?
How does wind decide where to go?
Does it go where it is needed most?
Where it can provide a respite to people drenched by the heat of the sun,
or a gentle breeze to lovers by the lake?
Does it go where it can blow seeds from one section of the soil to another, to maintain the cyclical nature of life?
Or does it go where it can do the most damage?
Awe-inspiring, beautiful chaos,
an upheaval of everything we hold dear?
Where it spirals maniacally and sucks up everything in its wake,
or thrashes the shores like an abusive parent wanting to teach his children a lesson,
one they’ll never forget?
Where it joins forces with other elements, like rain, electricity, and fire,
creating the perfect storm,
a thing of magnificent power, destruction the world could never anticipate?
But most days, the wind is just the wind,
sometimes pleasing, other times a nuisance.
It moves thoughtlessly through the world, with no understanding of just how much power it yields.
On noiseless nights, if you listen very carefully, you might hear what the wind is saying.
“Look at me. Feel me. Hear me.”
Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I don’t exist.”
So look. Feel. Listen.
Is that the whisper of the wind you hear, or a stirring in your soul?
Do you feel the uneasiness that comes with realizing how much power you yield,
and how little you’re doing to channel it in the right direction?
If you’re reading this post,
then you know it’s no longer good enough
to just get by in life,
like a light breeze picking fallen leaves off the ground and scattering them willy nilly.
It’s time to wield your power,
to gather your invisible forces,
and channel them with intention,
always listening to the silent stirrings of your soul.
Don’t just let the wind whip you around at its will.
All around us are signs
for those who can hear.