Bursting out of the house in an effort to escape the extreme claustrophobia that was choking me to death, I ran down the dark street to the park that was covered in yellow tape. I ran around it watching a man in a mask walk his dog.
There were only a few of us who dared venture out, but I’m sure it was to desperately find an open space. This space was sacred. This space would save us from the people who once loved us.
This open space revived us for one more day where we would be trapped with people who barked orders at us, fought with us over nothing, yelled at us for being “useless”, and buried us alive in news loops that trapped us in a venomous world of paranoia and ruthless condemnation.
That open space did nothing to us but offer a moment to be, to just be.
Don’t be abusive to the people you are lucky enough to live with for right now. Support each other in this difficult time. Someday, there will be nothing to complain about, no one to hurt, no one to blame for your own insecurities. If you’re one of the lucky ones who do survive this, you still can’t escape death so why not embrace life NOW.