Rebuild. My life as I know it? No, not entirely. Maybe just a little- the base is already built. I always felt as though my base would be the steel beams that never let the structure fail. I was wrong. The base is the base. The steel beams are imaginary.
It is time to rebuild, however unready I think I am. It is time to recall the teachings about the mirrors and mirages. It is time to press firmly into the faith of my base.
Time to rebuild the beauty I never lost. The beauty which is baked into each particle of each brick in which my base is comprised. Rebuild.