Everything’s The Same, You’re Not

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?

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