Just like wind

If it's never, gave you chills and goosebumps, or made you forget what part of the year it is, if it's never touched you, and you've never felt it. Then you won't notice that it was never there, you won't miss it. Just like fish don't miss the air and the sky, when they don't know what it feels like. When they aren't aware of what they're missing out on. But if you have, if you've experienced it, then without it, there's just an appallingly still void. Seeming like and endless emptiness. A bottomless abyss, of nothing.

However, you'd remember it whenever you feel even a small gust of wind. And you'd remember, with which strength it can move you, how much it can do, or to be more precise, how much it can destroy and in just seconds. You'd never forget, about something, so powerful, but something that you can not hold in your hands or see with your eyes. In it's absence you may stop to notice it, over periods of time, you may stop thinking about it. But when it hits you, like a bullet, you're likely to just fall onto the cold ground as if you were another soft, light dandelion. Because before it, you're absolutely infirm. We can not conquer what we do not understand. Something that destroys us from inside, like a deadly spreading disease. Affecting our entire body, down from our internal organs, all the way to the skin. But then again, sometimes, it can be just what we need. Instead of an enemy, it can be, our greatest ally. The thing that gives us that great feeling of being on top of the world and being able to do just about anything, and fills us with such enormous and precious joy and hope. That makes us forget about all the worries. And that makes the rain seem just a bit less cold and wet, and more enjoyable. Then also even the gentle brushing off of the wind, can seem as perfect as it is to notice the first tiny flower growing out of still almost frozen cold ground after months of only snow and frost, and nothing but endless greyness. Yes, sometimes, it can be exactly the thing you need to keep you going. To pour some more strength into that tortured body.

Just like the tree needs a bit of both, sweet warm sunshine but also coldness and rain, so do we. And so through enduring it all, it keeps on growing, and sometimes, on the rough nights, when the storms are bad, it may rip off a few of it's branches, and it may damage it. But, if it's strong and old enough, then no wind'll ever break it fully. Because endurance is something without which we can not survive, in a world so often so awfully windy. But yet we stand here, in the wind, and it only depends on us, and if we convince ourselves so then also on our luck, whether that wind'll break us down into pieces like it would break a card tower, or, it'll give simply us wings and a tender push we need to take off.