The Panic After the Storm

The storm has hit. We’re running, looking for shelter at the same time gathering supplies and preparing for the worst. Loving our neighbors, except mine, they’re weird, and America, Land of the Free, and don’t forget Mexico. Someone took a knee during the national anthem as a protest, and people are furious. The president denied visitations to the White House because of rebelling citizens and now there’s division in our own country. Segregation continues, this new revolution is taking a stand. Who’s to blame? The president? Canada? Juan? Who knows? That doesn’t hide the fact that we are still in a crisis! There was a tragic earthquake in Mexico and people are now getting worried. The world was supposed to end yesterday. It didn’t. People are still living for the weekend. They’re doing it wrong. We have to thank God every day, not just on Fridays. The quest continues, the Stang Gang is still going strong. Hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad, the only way you can know, you give it all you have.  Recieved another text with lies, something tells me that I'll probably get a few more later. The Prophesy is being fulfilled. People are given one chance at life, one moment, to seize everything they ever wanted: they’re given the remedy, but still reach for the poison; they want to build a kingdom, but still seek attention from the village; they want an A but put in C effort; they talk a big game, but their words don’t match their actions. Don’t believe their lies; they pray for tortillas, then God gives them flour, baking powder, lard, salt, water, and a comal, then they get frustrated and leave the kitchen. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so don’t get distracted by people who have other hidden agendas. Their motive to team up with you may be for selfish reasons. See the signs: their actions will speak and look at the fruit they’re producing. Sometimes life doesn’t give you second chances, just a bunch of lemons, and what could have been moments, we’re screwed. We are in a crisis. Time is precious. People are selling fake products, and fake love, straight up, to your face, so don’t buy any of it. Buy natural fat burners, take your vitamins, have a meal plan, and stick with it. Results will come if you are committed. Commitment is the key, but it’s another issue. We still fear failure. We fear rejection. We fear clowns. WTFreak? Our greatest fear should be that we are powerful beyond measure. We are all meant to be special, talented, and sassy, for lack of better word. What would you do if you knew, you could not fail? I know what I would do. I’ll be pursuing it in a couple of months. Shh! I’m not allowed to say anything yet. Back to this crisis. How are we going to get the income to rebuild everything? Will there actually be a gas shortage or just a bunch of long lines again? When is the next solar eclipse so I can buy special glasses this time? Will the president get impeached soon? Will my Lakers make the Playoffs? Where's my Spanish 2 textbooks? Will I finally get a text back? Some things just remain unknown. We are in a crisis! ¡Estamos en una crisis cabrones!