A human spring has become accustomed to questions about how to survive on an isolated island • Now that we're all alone, she's sharing a secret tip to help you through the difficult days of the Corona
Three years ago, when my tan and burned buttocks were on the screen in survival, one question used to come up frequently: "How did you survive that? .
What I realized somewhere in the islands - is that humans are adaptive beings. As reality changes, so do they. It's the instinct that keeps you alive. Even the biggest spoilers that can be, who have not fallen asleep without the specific pillow and the air-conditioning of the joys, will sleep under heavy rain, embraced with cockroaches and stones in the ribs.
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When life is comfortable we are not aware of our abilities, and I will try to explain. In impeachment missions, for example, the one always with the back against the wall won. The fact that the sword was hoisted over his neck revealed powers no one had ever attested to, including himself. And who came last in the mission? The one that had a safe environment. That's how it is, a clear axiom: Want to know what you're worth? Wait for you to squeeze into the corner.
I remembered it this week because the Corona experience brought me back to those feelings. This time it's not a game, but they are similar. The terrible loneliness, the disconnect from the family, the uncertainty, the loss of sanity, the freedom, the routine. The needs that suddenly have no answer, the anxieties of what will be, the fear of not being tomorrow in this world as well.
We are all in survival now, for real, for full.
Then we will discover that we have strengths that we did not know, that we can handle things we did not dream, that what seemed difficult to us in the past - suddenly we are small, that we have much more motivation to dream. That the troubles we thought of are huge, in the new reality are dwindling, and in vain, you lack nothing when all you want is to live.
Because I remember there was one moment in the day when I finally managed to breathe - when the sun woke me up in the morning and said hello to me. She did not drop any money from the sky on me nor a single cube of toilet paper, but she signaled to me that I was still here, that I had one more day (at least) to give.
And since then I've noticed that she comes every morning no matter what, and as long as she shines, I'm with her. It does not work on Saturdays, it does not shy away from wars, and it does not break from evil or epidemics. So sometimes at night, when I'm afraid that the end of something is near, I trust that tomorrow it will come, life will continue, and be good.
Pictured: A moment before the closure, you say goodbye to the eternal sea and sun. Trust them, they will always be there, even if we can't see them closely.
