And so she stands. With every gust of wind blown against her, her tired and closing blue eyes fade into fine lines cracked symmetrically on either side of her delicate nose. As hurricanes of the past are conjured by storms of the present, she is left standing in her open space with, “should haves and whys”, whirl winding all around her. A space where her head spins as fast as the coin of fate before it elegantly twirls off the table and onto the floor, revealing to all whether she can head on with her life, or whether this will be another tale to tell with baited breath. But dear friend, even as you stand there in the eye of the storm, this is your coin. And this is your life. Even if regrets whizz around her like a halo of doubt, she’s still standing. With her coin in her pocket and her charisma in her hand, the world is hers for the taking. After the storm comes the calm, and after the calm comes her. Peeling her eyes open she sees the future, and the future sees her back. She may still feel the wind on face, but now feels the sun on heels. And with every ray of sun shining upon her, her eyes glow with ferocious potential and are no long closed to the world ahead.
They stare on, wide and beautifully disillusioned. She will not be defeated and with the sun wafting her forward with its vibrant pulses she’s no longer standing. She’s sprinting forwards towards that future of hers. Every step graces the ground to the beat of her baseline, and she only ever looks back at the stormy land behind, as memory of what she has overcome. With legs pacing onwards, her face is turned to glace one last time over her hurricane. Where the villains of her past are reduced to a whirling blur, and all the “should haves and whys” are bellowing “it’s going to be ok!”. For one second only, she stops. She smiles up at the sunrise, and waves a final goodbye to the storm. Her storm, to remember or forget, with its snarling winds releasing their hold on her. She looks down at ground, and gives a thumbs up at the coin. Her coin, to keep and to cherish, with its cheeky face winking up at her. Time to head on, her future is as bright as the sun that moves her. Now, run towards it and never look back. And if the winds howl at night when the sun sleeps below the horizon, she must take that coin of hers and flip it with all her faith. The life we lead is a futile one, winds push us back as often as the sun lulls us forward. But whichever way the coin lands, whatever the weather, remember, the faces are yours to chose. Engrave them wisely and you will never lose.