Lord, give me strength.

The world did not stop.

It's been 12 days since typhoon YUTU took away the home we lived in. Yutu was horrifying, leaving massive dustruction to the island where I am at. But what's unforgetable is the experience of losing the home that I built with my wife and her 2kids. After two days of picking up things that i can salvage from the collapsed house, it started to sink in. There goes my house. The simple-yet-bountiful life that i bragged is now pieces of broken woods and folded tin sheets. I felt like, YUTU didn't just take away my home, but the life i tried to build. We were ok, we had plans. Our financials is gonna take us to our goal. But just like that. Poof. Everything is gone. It's been 12 days, I haven't picked up the pieces. I am stucked. Screaming for normalcy like the rest of the people in the island. It's been 12 days, but the world did not stop. I was expecting it to stop, until we can recover.  It didn't. Life goes on. I am still stucked with the memories of the home. Crying inside to once again feel the peace. 12 days, I haven't started to recover. I feel pain. I feel tired.