Many, many decades ago, the country I live in was torn apart by civil war. Brothers killed each other, destroyed their respective livelihoods, and made their families refugees. After that war, the nation entered a time of reconstruction. My ancestors made an attempt to rebuild their country and restore the lives of those who had been displaced or oppressed. We can do the same.
Like nations all across the world, we as individuals must undergo reconstruction. There comes a time in life when you’ve lost everything that you thought worthwhile, when you can’t find a reason to get up in the morning, when you are no longer even sure who you are. In that time of desperation, when you stand on the edge of giving up and look into the abyss that can be your soul’s grave if you let it, you are in the moment of the greatest opportunity you will ever have.
You have the option of reconstructing yourself, of making yourself anew from the ground up. All of the less than pleasant baggage you were carrying around is gone along with the good. You have a chance to rebuild with a foundation that is not cracked, walls that are not stained, a garden without weeds. Take that chance. I did, and it was the best thing that ever happened in my life.