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Cataclysmic

When something cataclysmic occurs in our life when that curved ball is thrown when belief is suspended when reality gets warped when normality the everyday is thrown out the window when it feels alarmingly that we have at a molecular level been altered that we are no longer who we were mere seconds ago it is then that we must dig deep find those hidden reserves engage that coping mechanism grit ones teeth and soldier on is it not fortuitous that we come with these skills this reserve 'chute granted our skills are honed and sharpened by the mere process of being alive but the seed that potential to cope comes standard it is not an optional extra an add-on we are born with the ability to cope with the cataclysmic the question is did the cataclysmic exist before we strolled into the picture like wind and rain growth and decay or have we created it all by our very own little selves.

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