One season slips into the next, the passing of time both painstakingly slow and whiplash quick. It feels like time has both stood still and flashed before our eyes.
The deja vu of being exactly where we were last year at this time, while simultaneously being completely and utterly exhausted by pushing against the marathon of idiocy.
The solutions lay before us, there for the taking, yet some refuse to accept them.
The tales of world domination, intrigue, and monumental conspiracies dance in their heads, stomping so loudly they drown out any hope of reason or logic.
"There's so much out there." That's the answer to the question of how and why.
The UN is behind it, our government borrowed money from China, all of the epidemiologists and the entire medical community are in on it. If we didn't watch the news, Covid would somehow disappear...
In the meantime, the rest of us have to live in the real world.
"I'm on the fence."
What fence? Where is this fence? Is it the fence that separates fact from fiction? Alice's looking glass?
So, here we are.
Same space, different year.
Only this time, we wouldn't have to be. It's a choice.
A choice made by the delusional few.
Postponed surgeries, organ donations on hold, ICU's full to the brim.
People trying to make opinion and fact interchangeable, equal.
People, who once danced at the edge, now taking up permanent residence down the rabbit hole, no longer even coming up for air.
So how will we get through this?
Will will have to drag their dead weight to safety. We will do all the things. Again. We will have to sit by and watch our health care workers fight to save these so-called freedom fighters as they drop into their hospital beds, gasping for air.
The same healthcare workers they accuse of being part of the grand, dark scheme they choose to believe in. The same exact ones.
At what point will reality scratch the surface? When it's a spouse that's sick? A child? A parent? Themselves?
They are impervious to the smell of smoke, they choose to ignore the fire alarm, they refuse assistance to get out of the burning building. Do they just sit there and allow themselves to burn to death all while pretending the flames aren't real, watering their plants with gasoline?
I honestly don't even know anymore. I hope not.
It's incredibly sad. But, my deepest sympathy is saved for the little ones who can't make the choices for themselves and the medical staff that is being pushed beyond any limit.
As for the others? The believers of everything and anything but truth and reality? I have nothing left to give you, well nothing good anyway.
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May we, the ones with our feet solidly planted on this, our globular earth, get each other to the other side of this with our sanity in tact.
May those who love to live in the darkness of bunny holes, someday come to recognize the distinction between fiction and fact.
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Until next time... stay safe.. stay healthy... find joy in everything you can.
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