Force

                                                        
            

Isn't it funny how your brain associates words?  I instantly thought of a tsunami when I heard the word force.  A force of nature.  A force to be reckoned with. 

I have visions of  hurricane pictures in my head, of wind blowing trees nearly to the ground while rain pours in sheets.  Windows boarded up, streets deserted (with the exception of that one crazy reporter trying to get famous for their coverage of the worst storm in history). 

I also see the eye of the storm.  The place where calm resides even though the storm rages around you.  The force of the storm doesn't steal the calm of the eye.

I think it is odd that I saw power as evil and yet I see force as powerful and terrifying yet beautiful and calm at the same time.   I almost feel like I should detest the word force as much as I detested the word power.  In the context of power forcing me to submit, it seems as though I should.  But I don't.