Insanity Is A Mere Reflection Of What Has Happened Today
When I close my eyes, blue skies make me happy, because they are of my childhood. Fears were really absent, except from the occasional bully (who I eventually befriended). My parents, the church, extended family, and peaceful, multi-cultural neighbors gave me a good foundation.
As an adult, I admit, I’ve lost my footing.
Uncertainties and fears hover over my shadow and double-check my thoughts. Sleep seems to come and go at its will. Innocence of my childhood is buried beneath muted, grey skies. A new way of living is here, and I long for my childhood—not that it was a perfect picture, but the breath of community, church, and family are images I wish to cradle in my solitude.
Self-isolation and social distancing are foreign to someone who grew up in a small town, when it wasn’t uncommon to pass on the sidewalk at least five people you knew, who knew your family and attended your church.
The new normal of 2020 is a dessert I no longer desire.
Some people I know have been forced into a new way of living 2020: confined in homes for months—glued to over-television-stimulation, toxic politics, and social media addiction, no friends or family, or even scarier—paranoid of a whiff of air passing inside their windows. They only venture out of the door to the mailbox, or to pay for food or household supplies delivered. The avoidance of social interaction is their self-imposed insanityIf this was my childhood—–what kind of adult would I be today?
Our PRESENT insanity is: ZEALOUS POLITICS, UNDERMINING SOCIAL MEDIA, PANDEMIC(S), IGNORING GLOBAL WARMING, AND OVERT RASCIM—and I ask what kind of children will they be as tomorrow’s adults?
As an adult, changing insanity takes willpower and fearlessness~~~How can we expect our children to carry this insanity?
Granted, insanity is different for everyone. We have our own adjustments to make and challenges to face. It is vitally important that we also protect our own emotional well-being. Only with perseverance, can adults be better caretakers to the children who deserve memories of innocent, blue skies.