Dealing

Storm clouds nonchalantly gather like loitering thugs looking for an excuse to explode. The traffic continues to race around me oblivious to the darkening sky. Something tells me an umbrella in tow would be in order.
Life's storms no longer being cause for fear. Facts with which to deal. How well do I deal? Or do I merely wait for the facts to be different than they are? Interesting question. I'm not always sure. It's a certainty that with each passing day I take another step toward death. But do I take another step toward life? Do I passively wish for the traffic to carry me through or the storm clouds to refrain from thundering?
I have long forsworn passivity, but when buffeted by the winds, choosing feels differently.