When the power goes out, there are two kinds of people: those who keep running their damn mouths and the ones who go silent.
The loud ones will waste their breath whining and lamenting their fate; the quiet ones will find sustenance in the sacred pause.
Choose carefully who you traverse with in the darkness: the loud ones only know fear, while the quiet ones follow the light of inner guidance.
When the power returns—and it always does—the loud ones, having learned nothing, will still wallow in the familiar din, suppressing their souls in meaningless babble.
The quiet ones will move on to the next destination, having found strength in their acceptance of the disruption.