Still Storms

A still walk in winter.
Everything seems clear amidst the storm that is to come.
Will it come?
Will we allow it to pull us away or should we stand and fight a good fight?
Has it come too soon or has it come too late?

I hate storms. It weakens every part of me.
But it has awaken me...
The thought of it makes me shudder in fear of the unknowing.
Should I embrace its coming or ignore its time?
Should I continue imagining a smooth sail or should we take on the storm?
It seems to be an inevitable choice.

The silence is deafening. There are signs of rapid winds.
We'll be at the edge of numbness...
What would you do? What would you WANT to do?
Be a coward and live a little longer under false pretense?
Be a soldier, build a fortress to protect what ought to be protected?
Or alternatively...
Take a chance on a different route all together?

Is life all about taking chances?
Really...???
I can't make the decision. It'll be paralyzing.
Perhaps I will leave this one to God.