When the fog lifts...

It's good, right? When the fog lifts?

Wrong.

Sure, when it is foggy, you can't see what's ahead of you and the world is a very confusing place. You don't know where you are, you don't know what's going on, you don't know what to do.

But at least, when it is foggy, there is hope. There is the hope that when the fog lifts, you will see a peaceful, windy creek. There is hope that when the fog lifts, pictureseque mountains will flood your vision. There is hope that when the fog lifts, there will be a glittering waterfall flowing right in front of your eyes.

The fog lifts. However, it's not creeks, mountains or waterfalls that you see. Instead, you see a war-torn zone with bomb craters everywhere and people decomposing slowly but surely all around. When the fog lifts, everything becomes clear, everything makes sense. When the fog lifts, you know what is going on. When the fog lifts, all hope is lost.

Of course, the war-torn zone can be rebuilt, perhaps not with creeks, mountains, and waterfalls, but it can be made into some place that is at least semi-habitable. Unfortunately, you cannot rebuild it alone. You need other people's help. But you are worried that people won't want to help. You are worried that people will look at the war-torn zone, give up, and walk away. Because people always leave.

There is no point rebuilding the zone for just one person. There is no point, after the fog lifts.

There is no hope, after the fog lifts.