Skylines

The Chicago fire of 1871 came and destroyed most of the city’s wealth and prosperity. Before the fire came, the city was prepared to burn, with a drought that took away any living water to save it. The fire origin is still unknown, but the root of that matter is that the city burned for 2 days and killed around 300 people, leaving the rest to decide what comes next.

Rebuild or reuminate in our rubble?

They grew stronger. Building codes became stricter, buildings were built taller and almost twenty years later the city hosted the world’s fair-more to say look what we overcame. Everyday when I look at the skyline, I recognize that it might not be there. That someone could’ve thrown in the towel, been too depressed, broken hearted or frustrated and left the city entirely.

Thank God they didn’t. They stayed, they dedicated, they might’ve even prayed. They remained present in their town, with their people and with where they were.

When my mind wants to wander and think through where I could be, the skyline reminds me of where I am. In a city of people who chose rebirth over rubble. Who looked to the sky for the limit.