When It Rains, It Pours

Life is a curious thing. Sometimes you live a carefree existence, riding on top of its gentle waves as it takes you further and further into the sea of opportunities, happiness, and contentment. Sometimes you feel a sudden drop as you fall deep into a swirling vortex, certain about the doom that would follow its savage pull. When you look at the sky, it's blackened and filled with suffocating dark clouds that shoot water pellets down on your face. It's about the ups and it's about the downs before it finally stops. When things are alright, you feel like life is never going to end. When things are bleak, it is always uncertain if things would get any better even if you are optimistic that it would be.

The downward spiral is now here to take me down to its twisting nether. It has something to do with my livelihood, that my financial income is currently in jeopardy. I am going to swim against the current as hard as I can to see if I could get out of this one as soon as possible. When it rains, it pours: It's just a question of how often will the thunder strikes and should I expect it to flood anytime soon.