Birds are still singing. So should we?

May 13, 2020

Creators are creating again. Musicians are making music. Artists are painting, drawing and crafting. Cooks are cooking. Writers are writing. Should I? Where am I? Who am I? The world is changing. Humans are being humans again. Vulnerable, angry, happy, sad, it’s all out there. Masks have fallen. Irony? Mask up. Be careful. Pay attention. To yourself, to others around you. It’s not all about you. It’s about all of us. It’s about them as well. Yeah, remember them? Who them? All of them. Those we ignore. Those we take for granted. Those we love. Those we hate. Even those we don’t know. They are all the same now. We are all the same. Warriors. Yet, most of us spent their lives trying to fit in. Doing things, they didn’t really enjoy. Pursuing careers, they didn’t really like. 9–5 is the way. Wait, 9–12pm is the way. Investment banking is the way. Really? Why? Does it really matter at the end? Not so sure. What were you doing? Where were you? Wasting your time?Creators are creating again. Musicians are making music. Artists are painting, drawing and crafting. Cooks are cooking. Writers are writing. Should I? Where am I? Who am I? The world is changing. Humans are being humans again. Vulnerable, angry, happy, sad, it’s all out there. Masks have fallen. Irony? Mask up. Be careful. Pay attention. To yourself, to others around you. It’s not all about you. It’s about all of us. It’s about them as well. Yeah, remember them? Who them? All of them. Those we ignore. Those we take for granted. Those we love. Those we hate. Even those we don’t know. They are all the same now. We are all the same. Warriors. Yet, most of us spent their lives trying to fit in. Doing things, they didn’t really enjoy. Pursuing careers, they didn’t really like. 9–5 is the way. Wait, 9–12pm is the way. Investment banking is the way. Really? Why? Does it really matter at the end? Not so sure. What were you doing? Where were you? Wasting your time?

What is time? Does it really exist?

Now we know. It doesn’t. What day is it? What time is it? All the same. Life is a melody. We are dancing through it. Time is the choreographer. Some of us follow the moves, others just make up their own. Rebels. What happens when it stops? What happens when there is no more choreography to follow? When everybody is left to make their own. Magic happens. Dreamers start dreaming again. Creators create. Innovators innovate. Did they ever stop? Probably not, but the vision is clearer now. The lens is clean. There is more room for imagination. The entire system is rigged. Surprised? Not really. The world needs to be rebuilt. It’s exciting. We are living history. It’s frightening. Can’t make up my mind. I am scared. Stressed. Amazed. Worried. Happy. Sad. Nostalgic. Ecstatic. Excited. Wow. And again, what am I feeling? No lo se. What is happening? No lo se. The bubble is bursting. It’s supposed to be quick. It’s not. It’s one bubble after the other.

“A billion here, a billion there and pretty soon you are talking real money”.

The entire system is rigged. The world is built on a lie. Big fat lie. Schools are closed, education is paused but knowledge is still out there. Governments are misbehaving, people are dying, others are hurting. This is the cycle of life. Is it? Am I going to die from it? Am I going to suffer from it? I am worried. Not for me. Mainly for them. All of them. I should be for myself. I am fucked. I will survive. Maybe. Will they? Maybe. What a world we are living in. What a life. Goodbyes are said over facetime now, if ever they are said. Did Steve plan for this? Funerals are cancelled. Feelings are not. What’s the new grief? Please tell me. Borders are closed. Airplanes are falling. “Airplanes will fly with new owners”. Are you still an atheist now? We spent years building what one tiny little virus took days to destroy. That puts things into perspective. What the fuck are we doing? What the fuck were we doing? We were too comfortable. Too complacent. Life is beautiful. The world is magic. It still is, somehow. Coronavirus is just the pin popping the bubbles. All the bubbles. The human one. The economic one. The environmental one. Boom. Boom. Boom. Rainbow. Sparkles. Wait, this is just dust. So, what’s next? Who’s next? Who’s gonna create what’s next? Drumroll. It’s us. Not all of us. Some of us.

The risk-takers. We’re doomed. We should be celebrated. Should have been more careful. Plan more. Really? What for? The world is losing money but gaining intelligence. The planet is breathing. People are learning to be alone again. To sit quietly with themselves, to think, reflect. Get to know themselves, their true selves. Enjoy the little things. Their families. Everything we used to take for granted, we realise it’s not. Minds are coming together, from all around the world. Brains are consuming knowledge at unprecedented speed. Brains are working at unprecedented speed to fight the common enemy. To save lives. To help doctors save lives. To maintain the economy. To generate a new economy. To feed people. To help them keep a roof over their heads. Supersonic. No more excuses. No more constraints. Oh, you have time now. How the fuck? We all have time now. Was it that difficult? See, easy. You just need a motivator. We have a pretty good one now. The system is rigged, people aren’t. Scrap that. The system is rigged, the people creating the system are even more. Some people are not. Thank God. It’s sad. It’s beautiful. It’s heartwarming. Everything is interlinked. We can see it now. It’s here. It’s there. It’s all over. We all make one. I wonder what the new world will look like. I will probably write about it. Will it make sense? Probably not. Does the above make sense? Not even for me.

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