In July 2005, this theoretical question became reality. After having lost everything due to a fire in my apartment, it was time to start over from scratch. What else is there to do? Give up? No, not an option. This was a traumatic experience, and for the first two weeks I was in a state of shock and disbelief. During the next phase, if I recall correctly, I cried over all the lost possessions near and dear to me. Anger was the final stage and lasted for nearly 12 years. This emotion was directed towards a manipulative and aggressive man, who claimed to love me, but turned out to be responsible for this fire. Years later he contacted me to say, that losing everything was my punishment for not loving him [the way he thought I should have]. To be honest, I was bitter about this time in my life until a few years ago. It left deep scars. They fade in due time, but never go away. And still, no matter what comes, the only way is up. In my case, there was a time for denial, a time to cry and a time to be angry. But in the end you can only get up, dust yourself off and keep on going.
Trivialities & Intricacies 