As I travel by train, I can see a chimney, one from the many mills that contributed to the textile revolution in my city. Today, that area is under ruins but I still look out for it, every time the train passes that place.
History has taught me to value ruins because each and everyone of them, tell a story of a past that we were unable to see but can imagine, thanks to their existence. Ruins show us where we were and how far we have come. Ruins can be those of empires and monuments but also those of plans and goals.
Some people find it frustrating and annoying when their plans are ruined, I feel the same but sooner or later good sense prevails and I find that, from the ruins a path emerges and this one leads to better prospects.
The Sunday Visitor.