Biographical dangers

Sometimes I wonder what my story would look like if I were to write it.  Would I be bored, or impressed, stunned or shocked?  There are surely people in my life that would feel all of those things about some parts of it.

I am a person who walks with both feet firmly planted on the ground most of the time.  I can be realistic to a fault, even hard core realistic and seemingly cruel.  I believe that life walks within the boundaries I set most of the time.

I know there are many things I have no control over – at all.  I try to think of these as lessons, opportunities to grow and learn.  These are the things that make me stronger.

And that sparks other thoughts.  Real strength is not being able to force my ways onto others, but in finding enough light to stay on a path with some redeeming qualities.  Real strength demands compassion and kindness, gentleness and thoughtfulness.  Anything else is mostly a defense mechanism elicited by a false sense of danger.

My body may be at risk of coming down with an illness, or being hit by a truck, or even eaten by an animal, but the rest of me is much more vulnerable.  My emotions go belly up so easily.

I am a jellyfish awash in a sea of emotions, always quivering at the impact.  How do you express that in an interesting cogent way?