Strong spirits …

When the storm breaks, it is a symphony of chaos and fear. Each man, like a wild creature, reacts in accordance with his own nature. Some are paralyzed by the thunderous roar, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests. They are numb with terror, unable to move or think, gripped by the primal instinct to survive.

Others flee, their feet pounding against the earth as they seek shelter from the savage fury of the storm. They run as if their very lives depend on it, desperate to escape the wrath of nature unleashed.

Some hide, seeking refuge in the safety of darkness, hoping to escape the wrath of the tempest by cowering in the shadows.

But then there are those who spread their wings like eagles and soar on the wind, embracing the storm with a fierce and fearless spirit. They rise above the chaos, their eyes shining with a wild and untamed light. They are unafraid, unbound by the fear that grips their fellow men. They are the ones who find freedom in the heart of the storm, who dance with the lightning and embrace the howling wind.

When the storm breaks, each man reveals his true nature. Some are consumed by fear, while others find strength and courage in the face of adversity. And in the end, it is the ones who spread their wings and soar who remind us of the indomitable spirit that lies within us all.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer