There is something comforting in the world where you can stop everything without missing a thing • Now the race has regained control of our destiny • It's time to go back and dream big!
I want my corona back. I want long-time PCs without guilt, I don't want to miss anything - because nothing happens. Good for me, I admit.
Between us, there is something very comforting in the world that is all silence. Because if you're not progressing - you're not the only one. It's not that you're lazy, unsuccessful or insufficient - they're all in the same boat.
It's not you - it's the plague.
For the first time in my life I do not have to prove myself, do not have to try and try. "I was forced to stop," I complain loudly, and say with heart, "Thank God!"
To all columns of human spring >>
Now that the race has reopened, you can actually hear the opening shot. The competition is back and the responsibility with it. There is no longer any external reason for the bank account being emptied, for the positions I did not receive, for an unrealized opportunity. It's called relief, but for me it's a burden.
I regained control of my fate and with it the duty of proof. My conscience, which was as quiet as the canyon, was again filled with confusion. When there are no restrictions - no excuses, just a heavy commitment.
I need to go out, fix what went wrong, and climb back up. I have no time and no choice. And somehow, just coming out of isolation, I feel lonely. Everyone to himself now, alone in the war.
Who will return to action and who will find it difficult to get out of the pit, who will go to safety and who will stay in the boat behind. It no longer depends on the Ministry of Health or the government, there is nothing to complain about or to point a finger at, it only depends on the test results named - "How much are you worth?"
And this is a stressful, very stressful test.
But somehow it also brings the color to my cheeks. The heart beats again, I have reason to get up in the morning and adrenaline for the whole day.
I stopped shining but went back to dreaming. I'm back in the dream!
Suddenly, I noticed that in the past few months my ambitions have been extinguished, when there is nothing - there is nothing to expect either. Quietly, quietly, she killed my dreams, and so I died a little too, from this plague. Without something to get excited about, there is no point in living.
This is an equally significant risk group.
So let's do it again for a moment. I want the Corona not to come back, I want to always have what to expect, I want to get excited, I want to live.
Bay Corona, separate as friendship.