A string of powerful storms are set to batter the country, with the first already having passed by and ravaged thousands of families throughout the country. It is not the first, and even this week alone, it will not be the last.
The clarion call is to hold on, to hold on, be resilient, resist the devastation. Escape from it, though the homes be ruined; better a house than a life.
Afterward, if you flee, you can return home, if you hold and fortify your home, then you can take stock of the damage in the tempest’s wake. Receive a pittance of aid in remedy from the aid systems in place, and donations, if they exist, then wait for the next storm.
And the cycle continues, surely as the dark that churns deep within men.
This cycle has lasted for decades, and worsens as our actions as humanity expose the cruel reality of Mother Nature—the reality that for all our hubris as masters of the world, she is inevitably the master of our fates. Super typhoons used to come as a rarity, but have become more and more frequent.
One way or the other, Earth will survive our actions, and heal herself, but whether we are in the equation is irrelevant to her.
But in the meantime, our survival is hinged on the actions of those above us, those that rule us—and you must ask yourself: Do you find them sufficient?
Will it be enough to be content with the state of affairs, where rather than invest resources into the future, into the prevention of catastrophe, we settle for a small handover to those that survive, a handover that will not be enough to rebuild for those that lose everything?
Should the status quo remain? Or is it possible, perhaps, that we the public deserve better than what we have?
This question must be asked and answered eventually, and the longer it goes unanswered, the longer the status quo remains, the faster the cycle of destruction continues. More and more storms will come, worse and worse storms will come.
It is not yet too late, but time marches on, indifferent to our indecision.
