You’ll never be the same again.
Sometimes Life hands you events that obliterate everything you’ve known
Annihilates every dream, ideology, value
You will need to rebuild – that’s without question
Determine if your city’s infrastructure will stand another quake
Was it always this weak?
What gets rebuilt is the test
You will question your city’s morals, beliefs, relationships, interests
Each sector will need to be re-evaluated
The constitution revisited
Was it ever strong enough?
Or was it merely theory all along?
You’ll need to appoint new heads
A counsel to attend to the fallout
There will be collateral damage
There always is.
But you’ll never be the same again
You will grieve secondary losses too
The old you
The you that had control
The you that others loved
The you that showed up to work every day.
Like an ant under a magnifying glass
You will feel exposed and vulnerable
The sun too strong against your skin
The world too tall and frightening.
You would be a fool to think that you can pick up where you left off
Would you even want to?
Sometimes Life hands you something that will alter the course forever
Would you really want to go backwards?
To a time where you cared about the trivial?
Where it mattered what others thought of you?
When your existence and mortality was never questioned?
Living peripherally when you could have been staring Death head-on instead?
You’re at the end of everything you’ve known
Placing one stone on top of the other
The rebuild is draining yet necessary
But you will never be the same again
Why would you want to be anyway?