September was an eventful month. (Remember my post?). October so far doesn't seem to be less eventful. Hurricanes, wild fires, mass shooting and so on. Many people losing their life, thousands losing everything, I mean like EVERYTHING, they own.
We humans love our stuff and when we lose it, well, let's just say it's not easy on anybody. Even I who own less than the average person, love my stuff. Only thinking about losing my books, my music, my antique armchairs, my photo albums (before jpeg!), my clothes, my travel souvenirs, etc. to a fire or to a hurricane ... makes me feel ... lightheaded. Imagine it. Just for a second. Uuuuuh, not an easy thought.
So, these last couple of weeks haven't been easy on a lot of people. My heart goes out to them again and again. I think of how somehow, somewhere, they will have to find the strength to start over. Literally from scratch. A new life. With new stuff, new houses. What courage, what strength they have. I admire them.
A small consolation (if there even is such a thing as consolation when you lost everything) might be that no fire, no water, no wind can take away your memories. These will always be with you. These events made me super aware of that fact even if I am not directly concerned. It does me good though, from time to time, to be reminded of what's important and what not.