My 10th floor CBD apartment following the 7.8 magnitude earthquakeThis week has been particularly unsettling in New Zealand following the recent 7.8 earthquake, one of the largest in NZ in 150 years. It struck in the middle of the night, was followed by damage, loss of life and tsunami evacuations.
We’d gone about the usual Sunday night routine that consisted of thoughts of work Monday and the week ahead. Things that seemed like issues and problems upon going to sleep suddenly paled into insignificance. When something like this happens this all changes, you think about only what is important and it’s a stark reminder of what that is. We went to bed saying we’d rather not have to get up and go to the office tomorrow, the Monday morning feeling, but had not quite imagined this.As what happened sunk in we reflected on lucky escapes – thank god we stayed at yours not my 10th floor apartment (pictured). Concern for family overseas watching it unfolding on the news and worrying for our safety. Realising just how much those we love mean to us. Loved ones headed out of the door to work, with long shifts ahead and without much sleep, like so many who keep the country going in times like this and put the safety of others before their own.
Our Monday morning conversations usually about plans for the evening, what the work day looks like became emergency plans, arranging where to meet should there be a significant aftershock and phones be out. Events like this truly put perspective about what’s important in life. How lucky we are, how everything can change in a moment and how important it is that those we care about know and are our priority.
My 10am meeting now doesn’t seem so important, in fact it can’t have been because it won’t be happening now, nor will any other the other ‘important’ events of the day. The conversations that were ‘what’s for tea?’ ‘have you put the bins out?’ now become ‘stay safe, I love you’ and discussions about how we’ll know each other are safe.
The work to do list that occupied my mind and seemed so important last night is now nothing more than a distant memory so the question is, was it really that important in the scheme of things? No-one is missing it now, the world still continues to turn and the sun will come up tomorrow. So often our worries, our concerns, our priorities are not a reflection of what really matters and events like this put perspective around this. It also highlights all we have to be grateful for, even when that’s no power and no way of leaving the house. I am unable to return to CBD to check on my apartment but really there’s nothing in there I couldn’t lose, not compared to my life and those I love.
But why does it take a significant event like this to underline the things we already know. To remind us of what’s important? Maybe we get too carried away with the busyness of life we lose touch with our perspective. Beyond life and death there are too many things to worry about these days and it’s this that takes our thoughts, our energy, our significance. Often at the expense of what really matters. Maybe it’s the brush with death that brings the realisation of how small we really are and how little we do have control over a life that we try to plan down to the last detail.
The ‘what ifs’ start to circle. What if this had been in the day time not the middle of the night, the Capital city which was deserted would have been full of people, traffic, life. But in a few weeks we’ll have forgotten about this, buildings will be fixed up, roads cleared and life will return to normal. Our to do lists will fill up, life will become busy and the perspective will fade.Each aftershock a stark reminder that life can change in a moments notice and no-one is immune to that. They are also a reminder of everything this event has brought to mind, everything we should try and remind ourselves at every opportunity not just in the face of disaster.
Material things can be replaced – every single item in every cupboard fell out, the only thing that didn’t smash was one solitary wine glass. But the things I hold dear, the things that are irreplaceable all survived and they aren’t actually things at all.
Out of tragedy comes kindness. Seeing the events unfold and the media coverage of the worst hit areas, towns at the epicentre cut off and houses crumbling to the ground. Out of these stories of devastation came acts of kindness; yoga studios opening with free classes, people welcoming displaced strangers into their homes, volunteers cleaning up and providing food and supplies to those who needed it. After a few days of walking around shell shocked, on edge, with a lack of sleep and a nervous disposition life began to return to normal, people got on with it. Buildings were fixed, the CBD cleaned up and we built a little more resilience. We learned that we may bend but we don’t break, we get knocked down but we get up again and whilst the earth moves often in New Zealand, it always continues to turn as well.As aftershocks continue and those with lucky escapes wonder if they’ll ever be able to live in a high-rise apartment again we allow ourselves to come together. To discuss near misses, our stories and the ‘what ifs’. Feeling the connection of a shared experience, we comfort each other, reassure and understand that it’s ok not to be ok. Often the emotional impacts of such an event can be felt long after the structural damage is repaired. The frayed nerves, the sea sick feeling of constantly moving ground, the fear of what’s coming next, the probability of further quakes. This all adds to the unsettled feeling that comes naturally when the solid ground you live on, your bedrock, your earth becomes so unstable.
It’s all a stark reminder that life is too short, we never know what’s around the corner and we are rarely in control no matter how many plans we have in place. But like a glimmer of light on the horizon and the dust clears, we have so much to be grateful for. Being alive for a start, the safety of those we love and a whole life ahead of us and whilst it may be uncertain it’s also ours to live.