We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another. Suddenly Disney is out of magic, Paris is no longer romantic, New York no longer stands up, the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and the prairie is empty. Hugs and kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents and friends becomes an act of love. Suddenly you realize that power, beauty and money are worthless and cannot get you the oxygen you are fighting for. The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it's sending a message to every human being: “You don't need to. The air, the earth, the water and the sky are fine without you. When you return, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters ”.
When the epidemic ends, it cannot be ruled out that there are those who will not want to return to their previous life. Awareness of the fragility and transience of life will spur men and women to set new priorities. To better distinguish between what is important and what is futile. To understand that time – and not money – is the most precious resource. Who, being able, will leave a job that for years has suffocated and oppressed him. Who decides to leave the family, to say goodbye to their spouse or partner. To give birth to a child, or not to want children. To come out. There will be those who will begin to believe in God and those who will stop believing in him. There will be those who, for the first time, will question the choices made, the sacrifices, the compromises. On the loves that he did not dare to love. About the life he didn’t dare to live. Men and women will wonder why they waste their lives on relationships that cause them bitterness. There will also be those who will revise their political views, based on anxieties or values that will disintegrate during the epidemic. There will be those who will doubt the reasons that lead a people to fight against an enemy for generations, to believe that war is inevitable. It is possible that an experience as hard and profound as the one we are living leads someone to reject nationalistic positions, for example, everything that divides us, alienates us, leads us to hate, to barricade ourselves.
The speed of the contagion of our change scares me. The virulence of the spread of our fear terrifies me. Tremble at the sound of the doorbell. Startled at the sight of someone on the street. Start thinking about life before, a first that has recently passed. Hiding from the world, finally safe inside these empty and silent rooms. But are we really that powerful? But are we really that capable? Resilient? Changing? Are we really so capable of forgetting? What was it, who were we? Because if so, really so, we can sleep peacefully and even dream that everything will be fine. Because if so, really so, we can hope and smile confidently looking at the starless night from a still lit window. Because if it is so, really so, one day, that day, we will go out on the street running without being afraid of being afraid of the other. If so, that day, we will suddenly remember. And, suddenly, we will recover from this disease. We will be so powerful that we will embrace each other without shaking. And then, only then, will we finally be healed.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 