Rebuilding

Preface: blogging is just my journal to the world. It’s just how I express myself, and I allow the world to read it. Y’all worry to much! Haha, love you too...

So, allow me to set the scene -

I’m standing in mist of of chaos, smoke is funneling up through the air around me. There is wreckage on the ground strung out all across the land. Everything that once existed has collapsed to nothingness and you can hardly tell what was there before. The sirens rage in the background, and the red and blue lights flash. I’m standing in middle, surrounded, and the camera slowly fades up like a Jerry Bruckheimer film as the sweat is dripping off my brow, my clothing is torn and tathered, and covered in soot. A softy, eerie melody plays ever so quietly and although it’s faint it is still loud enough to hear and give you that... chilly feeling.

This is is my life, this is where I stand amongst the wreckage. Sorting through it all trying to figure out where to start the rebuilding process. I‘ve already weathered the storm for a long, long time and when your in the middle the storm it’s easier to react. It’s after the storm, the calm, that’s where you have to figure out where to start the rebuilding. The brick by brick, hour by hour picking up of where the storm left off.

This time I don’t want to rebuild what I originally had, I don’t want the same things I had before. I want something brand new, something that won’t be blown down the next time a storm comes in. I don’t want the same four walls I had before, filled with bad memories and pain. I want something on the hill overlooking the meadow and the sunrise, on the beach by the waves, or in the mountains with the sounds of the river and the snow. A new home, a new life, a new beginning that is so wonderful that it drowns out the pain from the last storm.

This is for my future, and whatever it may be...