An earthquake shatters our dreamlike perception. Maybe it could have been predicted, if only we had paid better attention to the signs. Maybe we would have still ended up here regardless, picking up the rubble of What Was and What Could Have Been.
It is okay for us to grieve, to mourn the things we lost to the destruction. Sometimes the epicenter is only the beginning; the aftershocks are a brief but constant reminder that we are sometimes not the masters of our own destinies. Instead, we are powerless children who desperately cling to a bright hope as we lay in the dark in the dead of night. It is healthy for us to acknowledge that the earthquake wasn't our fault, it was merely a confluence of an intricate and interconnected series of events that led us to the present.
But, it is important to note that we can only begin to rebuild when the dust finally settles, when we have recovered from our terror, when we have had adequate rest.