You're not imagining it, nobody seems to want to talk right now. Messages are brief and replies late. Talk of catch ups on zoom are perpetually put on hold. Group chats are no longer pinging all night long. It's not you. It's everyone. We are spent. We have nothing left to say. We are tired of saying miss you' and 'I cant wait for this to end'. So we mostly say nothing, put our heads down and get through each day. You're not imagining it. This is a state of being like no other we have ever known because we are all going through it together but so very far apart. Hang in there my friend. When the mood strikes, send out all those messages and don't feel you have to apologise for being quiet. The fe hard No one is itidaing
"Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides." - Carl Sagan ("In the Valley of the Shadow", Parade, 10 March 1996) GARESAGAN - COM
A Poem for the Departed Sunlight brief upon your face You traveled alone till my embrace Your world a cruel, foreboding place Into a home of love and grace Affection earned and returned in kind A merry place you did find The best of both brought forth to shine Forever etched into my mind The path ahead is a divided road You left my side to be your own Our next meeting has been postponed But I shall never forget the love
Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life- In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence: The bliss of growth The glory of action The splendour of achievement: For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision, But today well lived makes yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope: Look well, therefore, to this day! Such is the salutation to the dawn-
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