This was the year the wind came and blew my world away. It ripped through, pulling down the walls I had only just started to repair, tearing away everything I worked so hard to build.

Everything I loved. In an instant, it was gone.


All gone in a whirlwind.

I have kicked and punched at the wind, fought it with everything I have.

I have screamed myself hoarse, and have felt my words blown back into my face. I felt my own powerlessness, and I realized that fear and rage are not so different.

Now the wind is beginning to die, and Iā€™m left here to sift through the wreckage.

What I have now ā€” the only thing I have ā€” is what I choose to build from it.

What was is NOTHING compared to what will be.

I am stronger than the wind.