Go On.

When someone breaks something of ours – a thief cracking our window, a boss changing our schedule, a loved one not showing up — we blame them for disrupting our way of being. We villify them.

And perhaps we are right. Maybe they are the evil in our hero’s quest.

But, like an earthquake demolishing a temple, disruption clears a path.

Without our beautiful garden to tend to, we can move in new directions.

It’s hard: to pick up and relocate after a storm.

But in time, we live different, we work different, we love different.

We are powerful creatures.

Like some magical beings, blessed with time and cursed with mortality, we turn pain into beauty and devastation into renewal.

And, in spite of the gauntlet set by the Gods, we go on.