This year has been one of the craziest and spidery years we have lived, it is such a perfect way to hurt the deepest soul of each human that inhabits the earth. And to live like this, without knowing what's going on, or what ch/&%os is going on, is an uncertainty that doesn't let us advance on this ladder of destiny; because it stops us and leaves us breathless.
Since October 2019, there has been talk of a pandemic, a "deadly", "horrible" virus, a "kind of black plague overloaded", and in Mexico there was no talk of it, only what the short news from China said. And well, 2020 is coming, a year that painted a marvelous panorama, profitable even for all spheres, political, cultural, economic, school, work, family and social.
Zaz! and that did not happen, it left us pure disaster, locked up, working at home, thousands of people continued working despite the recommendations of the mass media, not to leave home, not to live with our families, friends, partners, even pets.
Millions of us, because I include myself, it was a shock, because they limited life, the so crazy, busy life that one leads, when you work, study, have family and social life.
In addition to this "voluntary" confinement, there were thousands of people who continue to comply with it to the letter, but I see it as a need to no longer be with people around you but a need to take care of yourself by being with more people. A kind of "hermit", we are becoming, because of this world pandemic.
The months pass, and these days, minutes, seconds, become infinite and a month, a day, an hour, a minute, a second arrives, and an unexpected death occurs, my father, I do not know if to hate, to kick, to run without a fixed direction or only to meditate, it is horrible only because of this event, he had endured everything, the confinement, to go out as little as possible, to stop smoking, and not only to take care of the lungs, but also to take care of my family.
The virus didn't turn off the light in my father +'s eyes, his "chucu" "chucu" machine, stopped working, I felt impotent, stiff, broken, and I'm still broken like a flower that has been stripped, it's an emptiness that I feel, that I manage to touch my soul and I want to stick it little by little.
My father's birthday passed, there were plans, many things that were still missing or to be done, and I feel my wings worn out, without the strength to do so, it is a very hard blow, very deep, very, ogt in my life.
Christmas and New Year's Eve are coming up in 2021, and it has been the most desired and hated thing at the same time.
I hope to have the courage to see, feel and put my head up in this new 2021.
Atte: Iguana's eyelashes
