I am COVID-19 and I’ve come to take over the world. I’m taking it to another side, across the precipice, to a new realm where the past remains the only stability. They say that if you can’t change, you won’t grow. I say – to grow is to push the change, tease it, and make it a reality.
But what’s growth for you isn’t growth for me.
And often, my growth is violent.
But… what is violent for me, doesn’t have to be violent for others. A fly’s chaos is the spider’s dinner. Only now I’m the spider and you’re the fly.
See, when I came, I thought that it will all be over soon.
That you wouldn’t learn.
In a strange way, I held onto the belief that once I step into your theatre and strip you of your masks, you’ll find a way to drop the curtains on my play. And yet, you didn’t. My moments stretched, as seconds became days, and here I was, backstage, sitting on my director’s throne, swinging my legs above the floor, unsure of what to do. If I’d stopped then, you’d never learn. But somehow I saw myself progressing through time, and you still… didn’t learn.
You didn’t learn that I’ve come to take over your world. No, not take it away. Just do a little shuffle. Which somehow spiraled down (or if you look at the charts – up) to become an avalanche of events that pushed you (and me) into further growth.
I stayed, then, and I moved. I shifted, inspired by your actions. And you? You stood tall, not wanting to admit what was going on around you, thinking “Hey, this will not touch me.”
Denial is the first sin of a healthy mind.
You saw the numbers, didn’t you? You saw them and yet you kept on making jokes, ignoring me.
I won’t lie – that did insult me a bit. Who were you, a mere human, to ignore my powers and push me into the corner of existence, just because I didn’t suit your needs? You were wrong though – I suited your needs alright. I fit right into the hole of ‘wanting to spend time with my family’ and I was a frame to your picture for ‘I wish I’d worked from home’. Your life became my golf course, and I could pick which hole of your empty self I would fill. But when dreams come true, there are consequences.
I’m indifferent about them at this point. I’ve seen it all.
I’m COVID-19 and I didn’t come to kill your parents. I came to take them away from this rotten world. I held their hands as I took their breath away, but I can promise you, they were already gone by the time I was finished.
I’m COVID-19, and I didn’t come to take your child away. I just happened to be there, running wild, like a forest fire. I’m sorry.
I’m COVID-19, and I understand – you hate me. And since you do, please, at least don’t hate the year. She tried, you know? 2020 did her best to turn into the beginning of a new decade, and it’s not her fault for what’s happening.
One has to wonder, though, do you hate me or yourself?
Because I’ve seen, before I became, that you despise your life.
You hated school.
You hated your parents.
You hated going out.
Granted, things have changed now, and you’re still not satisfied. Your school is modern, but it’s hard for you. Your parents are doing their best to save the family, and they wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t love you. And you risk your life every time you step through the door, so there’s a valid reason to stay in and read.
If I was to give you what you wanted completely – you wouldn’t have grown.
But, I see.
Often, parents leave bruises, and school is the only way out.
You wish you could run from home, and now it’s impossible, so all you can do is cover your torn lip with a face mask, wishing you’d suffocate.
To those beings all I can say is this – I hope I will reach the people around you in time. and I apologize if I take you first.
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