From the beginning, the end of this year was kind of different.
History, present and why not future, attest that every generation feels special compared to others.
Same or different, what is common between us is that we think we’re different from each other. Meanwhile, to judge other people, our unique reference is ourselves. Eternal paradox.
As far as I am concerned and if there is something that I want more than enything, is to precisely refind my habits. In the context of this lockdown, I found myself with myself. Sometimes, with my idols, I find myself focused on a reading that makes me think about breaking out, but teleworking is another story, another feeling…
I didn’t thought, at least until this lockdown, that work was kind of an escape, a hypnosis situation, king of trance, a way to distract myself in order to get more concentrated. Another paradox…
At the beginning, I thought that its not easy, to not meet my friends and regain my daily coffee ritual. It was hard at first. After some days of being locked down, I understood that the lack of freedom was harassing me most time. But you know, at least, I thing that all the story was about my habits and what I used to do of my days.
By the way, actually I understand that the containment was a miracle when I heard about the cancelling of some important national and international events, I was solisufied myself: WAW, IF HISTORY CHANGES, EVERYTHING CHANGES…
Evidence suggests that I don’t know anymore if the secret of all this sh*t is about keeping our habits or changing it…. Paradoxal life !
