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watch uh oh shit“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.”

Leo Tolstoy

<The Death of Ivan Ilych>

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When I saw this line for the first time I had to reread it … and read again … all the while knowing I loved it … but never really putting a finger on why I loved it. And I certainly had no clue what I would say when I used it. As I thought about what to say I researched storms in dreams <dream interpretation>.

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Psychological Meaning Of Storm Dreams:

99 cent dreamsTo see an approaching storm in your dream is significant of the future problems that will bring temporary distress until the storm passes over.

To see yourself running and taking a shelter in the storm implies that you will sustain the hardest of troubles and problems in your life.

To dream that you are standing in the path of storm and calling it with wide arms implies that you are prepared for any challenges come what may and want to get rid of it as soon as possible.

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That didn’t help me much.

In addition. Nothing online speaks to praying for storms in dreams or any wisdom about storms bringing peace, therefore, the answer to why I like it really can only be found in my own head.

Here is what I like.

The implication that someone who not only likes, but seeks, storms … is mad.

Once again … it brings to mind a quote … Kerouac … ““the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

I admit.

I like storms.

In Life, in business and in weather. The injection of turmoil into an otherwise calm day makes you mad to live, mad to be saved, mad to make it thru the turmoil. That’s good mad. Bad mad are the mad ones who seek to always BE in the storm. I, for one, like to experience the storm. There is a massive difference.

The implication that a storm can bring peace.

I like contradictions … mostly because at their core they are interesting.

Two hands preserve a green tree against a thunder-stormCalm amidst activity.

Active in repose.

Facing the storm without and embracing the storm within.

I would argue with anyone that peace within oneself is a multi dimensional thing – a swirling mix of calm, activity, activity, repose and even some storm.

Contrary to believe, peace resides within dealing with some conflict & certainly inner peace demands this. Ponder the fact it is actually the conflict of self, or Life, which ultimately enables the ultimate level of peace.

The corollary? Creating peace without storm, without turmoil, is contrived peace.

The implication that storms are good.

Well. I do think storms are good. I will avoid the whole “what breaks or bends you makes you stronger” and simply suggest that storms are just part of Life. And trying to avoid them is impossible and constantly dodging storms may actually be bad <wasted energy, move from your intended path, etc.>.

dreams walkingI love storms.

I do not seek storms but I certainly do not go out of my way to avoid them … if it is in the path of where I want to go. I would suggest that accepting the storms in your path … and weathering them as you progress <pun intended> makes Life far more interesting.

As Neil Young said … “a rocky road but far more interesting.”

Smooth sailing is not necessarily good. A storm quickens the pulse and brings your attention to its peak … once you have experienced it I would suggest you want more of that feeling.

That’s it.

I love this line.

I love the thought and how it can make you think about what makes you interesting, what makes Life interesting and maybe you need to be just a little bit mad to make the most of Life and the world.

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