I think I feel it now, at last. The feeling of being a hostage, a captive in a mad world surviving a pandemic for 44 weeks. Obviously our talks are surrounded by grief, sorrow and the mortality of man. She left early, our visit leader, because the talks were just too gloomy. Was she the smart one I wondered? Run, run, running away from the sorrow, I wonder how long do we need to sit in it? How long is enough to sit in the sadness? Will we ever be happy soon? Even the host’s husband commented on the fact that we were quiet. Yes we are sombre and possibly too sober too. We joked, we miss the W in our DMW, but was it it?
When can we say, we do not want to play anymore? When can we say we quit the game, as the current level in COVID Saga Crush just is too hard? We tried to be positive, we tried saying we will not fear it. But when can we say when. Say when we have had enough? When can we say we just want to laugh with abandonment again. How many meltdowns will it take just to have it all over. Where do we hit the fast-forward button, when will the Saviour sweep in and kill the villain? Yes I know, I acknowledge the fact that we live in a broken world, it is only saving grace, God’s mercy that we do not have a constant pandemic. Our last pandemic was a century ago, but can we track the emotional toll it is taking on us the same way as what we do with the current COVID statistics?