These changes

I walked into the office aware that I wouldn’t see half of my workmates because of the work-from-home arrangement starting today. I hoped for this schedule to happen. But experiencing the silence in the office now, I want the pandemic to disappear more than anything.

I miss long night walks without the constraint of a city-wide lockdown or the beach and the feel of the sand and crustaceans against my sole.

I miss people and their people. I miss everything that got closed off because of this fucking now-cliche COVID-19 that I swear the first thing I will forget in my senility (if I live long).

These changes excessively piling up when least needed are a little tolerable with good music plugged in, but not entirely inescapable because they make up the blanket you sleep with at night.

Maybe this is the extra weight resting on my chest or the unexplainable culprit that exaggerates my emotions. And perhaps the reason behind my fearing commitments and doubting the very idea of a permanent job.

Surprisingly, though, I see circumstances in a new light these days. With the hardcore parents in the streets and adults and teens reselling goods online, humanity has adapted to changes once again. With these changes, we rightfully reclaim identities we never once thought, especially not from our shy-away highschool classmates who turned entrepreneurs overnight.

What’s the worst that can happen? This question is debatable. But the best thing, I believe, is us facing all these changes and reinventing ourselves at the height of anxieties and the will to hope for a better tomorrow, maybe, in 2021, which is less than a hundred days from now. Whoa.