I Want To Hear A Friendly Word..
Guys, this moment was unexpected. There were no predictions, or at least we needed to be informed. We are in the same boat: rich, poor, miserable, black, white, foreigners. If it sinks here, it sinks there.
We are used to rushing around, interactions on various levels, parties, masses, services, family parties, meetings, and trips. We were never trained for social isolation. We don't know how to live without touching, hugging, kissing, getting together, dancing, walking, kicking around anywhere.
We only visited a few people. But now that we want to, we can't. We don't even live hugging each other. But now that we need it, we can't.
We didn't even go to that square, mass, or shopping mall, but now that we think about doing that, we can't. It had been a while since we visited that uncle, brother, and friend, but now that we want to do that, we shouldn't.
We made a thousand plans for 2020, took seven leaps into the sea, sent a thousand virtual cards, made countless promises, started several projects, and had goals to achieve. But MAN PROVIDES, AND GOD DISPOSES?
And now, what will we do?
The feeling is one of fear, emptiness, and impotence.
This can kill more than the worst sickness, undermining our strength and lowering our immunity.
If you were already showing signs of panic, depression, loneliness, phobias, hopelessness, and despair, the pandemic amplified this to incalculable powers. If it was already bad, it got worse, and now we don't know where it will all end and if we will survive. This is not pessimism; it is the reality of this moment. And everyone alive, incarnated, is on the same frequency.
I feel sorry (in a good way, if there is such a thing) for myself, us, the planet, the rich, and the poor—especially those where bread is already running out.
