Are you, like me?
Or am I, like you?

One of Life's Luxury

It has been almost two months since the earthquake first struck home. Since then we have been living in fear, continuing to be traumatized by large aftershocks. In these past few weeks and especially lately, I have treasured the luxury of having my own bed and a roof above that will not collapse while I sleep. The meaning of a room where you can feel safe and comfortable in has changed. I will never look at a homeless person the same way, or an orphan who tries to fit in. Though they are alive and well, they are emotionally and psychologically challenged.
We have started to live in our house, avoiding the top floors as much as possible. Each morning, I am glad that I got my rest, and to be amazingly alive. I wonder how it would have been that in my deep sleep, I am forced to react and not be able to make it or to lose anyone in my family. It would be a nightmare, just like the nightmares that have already unfolded for tens of thousands in the country. Such is the delicacy of life, such is the challenge of life and such is the truth of life. I have learned of the luxury I had been living in and the luxury I am blessed with. Having a room that you know you will be safe in is truly one of the hidden simplicities that I had been taking for granted. I hope for those who are far from such disasters, you will be thankful for your bedroom where you are comfortable, safe and happy in.