I’ve gone from Groundhog Day syndrome to full stop Time Warp time standing still.
The former was much more fun. It’s no longer just the act of repeating the same day, over and over; it’s now a lack of delineation of days. Weeks. Months. And this year… This Year. It seems to have lasted a decade, and a moment. I heard about a podcast that deals with this bizarre time thing we’re all experiencing, the cause of the strangely skewed perception being trauma. But it’s a collective trauma, all of us being forced to live both in the moment (while hopefully enjoying it), and projecting ahead just enough to be cautious of the future. Meanwhile we’re looking back, longing for something – anything – familiar that helps us feel like we’re still living in the world we’d grown accustomed to.
The three-dimensional world we’re in lets us move freely about the cabin of our lives. Always has. But now we can’t really do as we’ve been doing because pandemic, and we keep learning of even more people infected as waves of new cases crawl across the nation. That puts us right back to this almost, nearly, just-about-but-not-quite forward movement, this secondary third dimension, as if we’re in some parallel existence, in a suspended animation, still at the starting gate… waiting… for months… still waiting
But we know that nothing will ever be the same no matter how much we want it to. It never could be, just like all of history and its parade of traumatic, world-changing events. It can make us a little sad, but it’s also Wild West Invigorating because we can reinvent how we want this world to be. By ‘we’ I mean the billions of people with at least as many ideas as to how they want it to be, too.
My hope is that we all get what we need and are capable of this big live & let live life together. Maybe that’s a bit PollyAnna’esque, but I choose to focus on the ‘kind’ in mankind.