There is a calm that comes after. Once the chaos of uncertainty is over, and you haven’t realized yet what a mess you have been left in. Before you start trying to pick up the pieces and assembling them into something resembling life. You are in the eye of the storm. Do you know that it is but a moment of respite?
Is it but a moment? Can you avoid the chaos that comes after?
It is my calm, but it isn’t my storm. Just passing through, passing by.
When walls fail, all you can do is walk through the wreckage, pick up the pieces, put brick on brick. And hope the glue holds.