April 2020
It wasn’t the best of times; it wasn’t the worst of times.
Those were strange times.
Times where the nature of human beings was challenged.
Times when mothers couldn’t hold their children, nor children their mothers.
Times in Lockdown.
When would we see the end of it?
Was it the start of an evolution; a revolution?
Were we going to make changes or just deny the whole affair?
Those were the times of submission, to not know our fates.
We were leaving our lives at the hands of clueless governments.
Cultivating a virtual semblance of what once was.
The placebo effect of a zoom call when all you want is the feeling of one’s touch; a lover’s; a friend’s; a stranger’s…
Strange times indeed, when all you can do is wait for the clock to move along, the next day, the next phase. The end of it all.
Some won’t remember it like this.
Some will remember the fear, the confusion of having to continue as normal.
Risking their health, their lives, so others could sit and watch another Netflix show.
We all clapped them, showing our respect and love, trying to bring joy and hope.
Believing that one day we will all dance together again.
United, so life could win against this invisible foe.
How many will actually remember their sacrifice?
In those times of separation and loss, we stepped up, and rediscovered what it is to be human.
We talked to strangers from far away or through waves, we connected, we related to one another.
Like the british with the weather, the human race connected through a virus.
None of us knew what to do, what to say, with only a bunch of assumptions as guidance.
We shared the new normal.
We were rediscovering things we had forgotten and things other had learnt before us.
In those times of discovery, our homes were our cocoons, our cells, our workplaces, our leisure centres. So familiar and yet so new.
Truth is, it still is.
We are still in times of Lockdown.
Our lives are still at risk.
We are still trying to protect each others by staying home when all we want to do is go out and kiss all the strangers along the way.
That’s the real challenge the human race is facing.
When the whole world cries, we normally go for the hug.
But when the hug kills.. how do we heal?
Those fucking times of Lockdown.