Back to it, hopefully

I haven’t written a word since 7 years now. It feels like ages ago.

So much has happened, so many tears have been spilled, so many hearts have been broken and mended. To think we have survived a pandemic that shook the very core of humanity and changed all aspects of our miserable lives.

To think we have survived a bomb of nuclear proportions and are still surviving my country’s shitty daily life while our politicians are still glued to their crowns and thrones.

To think I have survived breast cancer, just to find out my mom has been diagnosed with lungs one.

Where does it stop or where does it get better? Are we all damned? On a whole population level? The ones who left, are they the lucky ones? The smart ones? The strong ones?

We keep pushing through the pain and the tears and heartache. We push through the hurt and the disappointment and the fear. We find some peace watching Netflix or having a drink with friends and watch a live band perform.

We deserve more than this. We deserve a life. Cause it’s sure as he’ll this ain’t one.