Life.
How does it work? Everything’s uncertain and you’re just left with- faith. You gotta have faith to cope- to stay sane.
These feelings/emotions feel redundant and unnecessary. But maybe it’s just a form of self-defence. With everything that’s happening, it’s kinda impossible to know what’s valid and what’s not.
The country’s a mess, the paranoia is at an all time high, mini escapisms have turned into a depressing place (cough, social media, cough).
So I guess with whatever’s happening, you can’t help but to feel trapped (but also grateful that you’re still alive). But yea, trapped in a lot of ways. I guess this is where little joys come in- little things to look forward to, just anything to in a way, be a (hopefully a) healthy distraction.
Where am I going with this, I don’t even know. I just want this pandemic to end. And maybe I’d love to think less.