Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn into sighing... A Poem by Ghalib
We refuse to be tamed. We always have, since the beginning of time. No matter how many battles we fight, how many eras we struggle through, how much pain we endure, we never stop till we achieve our goals. Look at all the historical stories or mythological tales, and you will find that we have always managed to fight our fears and emerge victorious.
I stare out at the storm that's brewing in front of me and quickly make the assessment that this is not the time to go anywhere. I remember how I'd once read that before the time of Genghis Khan, the Mongols were afraid of thunder. I imagine how terrifying this spellbinding sight must have been for agricultural societies. And yet - rain was a blessing. Without water, crops would never grow.