I was in an earthquake once. A shuffle of earth that began as a meer tremble. The shaking jolted my fear as it had the earth below. A heart skip that quickly found it's rhythm and stopped. A calm broke the panic and the ground lay still. In comfort I began to settle; when a rumble came on so strong and heavy that my panic had no chance to catch up to the breaking brick, crumbling rock, cloud of dust; fleeing debris as to not become part of the wreckage. Survival has kicked in. No time to consider the pile of rubbish left in it's wake as long as you don't become a part of it. The things no longer matter and if they burn or turn to ash; well, that means nothing to the one who gets to keep living. Life will shake things up and earthquakes are inevitable and even in the times where the dust seems to have just settled from the last; you will get shaken. Suddenly, the crap; that pile of baggage you lose each time the earth quakes; well, let's just say; you find a sort of beauty in the destruction looking back at all that rubble you left behind. After all; you made it out alive.

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