Fear of Lightning

The repetition of the strike doesn't negate its impact. 

Whether or not lightning can strike twice is redundant when a single blow is enough to end a life. 

In the past however, well... in antiquity perhaps. 

There were many who saw each cruel strike as a swing of gods scythe.

Divine retribution. 

It makes you wonder, how much guilt must a man carry to fear the very sky that always looked over him. 

At that point, is it even guilt?

Does lightning strike or does it simply fall, slip from the clouds and grace the world awkwardly with its image?

Only to retreat in shame the moment its destruction is noticed,

like a clumsy child too new to the world to step through it cautiously.

You can personify anything really. Yet we struggle to personify ourselves.

As if life is too magical to truly accept as something we have.

After all magic is simply technology that hasn't been understood.

What is understood however, is that regardless of how often it strikes...

Lightning does strike. 

Without rhyme to the most skilled bard and without reason to the most acclaimed cleric.

Lightning does strike. 

Wherever it lands.

We aren't very different from lightning are we? 

Both on a path from the earth to the heavens or perhaps on a fall from grace.

Depending on perspective.

And within this school of a life we aren't guaranteed electives.

All we know for certain.

Is that we didn't have to be here. 

Yet here we are.

And whether or not we'll fall into another life is redundant.

For the repetition of a life, does not negate its impact. 

Next time you stare into the chaos of the storm and feel a flutter in your chest at the growl of thunder.

Gaze into the dark gray cackles of lightning in the horizon behind the shadow of the void which is your sky.

And promise yourself.

To use every strike wisely.