I can’t say that the past 365 days haven’t altered me deeply.
I don’t talk about it anymore but it’s deeply settled into my psyche as a sort of despair about the human condition and the cheapness of human life. And yes, as a near constant hum of survivor guilt.
Yet, I see 
holding on to hope.
Somehow distance gives us a perspective that those up close and personal are spared from. And in being spared from it, they may just alter the course of history.
Amidst the vapid messaging of every life coach living their best life sipping margaritas on a beach, it is the that actually inspire me.
Live as much as you can every single day. You don’t know if you will have another one — or arms, or legs, or water — tomorrow.
Love your community. Help each other as much as you can, even at the expense of your own health and safety.
Keep building, keep creating, even if it will be gone in a day. Learn, study, pursue excellence in whatever you do.
Don’t let the bastards grind you down. Never let them make you believe you don’t deserve every right and privilege of any body else. You are worthy just by virtue of your humanity.
Cling to your humanity at all costs. Never give in to cynicism, despair or hatred. Fear and scarcity are the mind killers. These are the things that will ultimate defeat you and destroy your soul.
These are perennial philosophies at the root of every spiritual teaching.
The rest is mostly made up to distract you.
Don’t be duped.
We’re all going to die in the end.
But…
…are we going to choose to actually live?