Home alone

Here we are,
all locked out in our houses, 
small apartments or two floor villas.
With or without company.
Surrounded by our loved ones or perfect strangers.

Learning fast, how to spend time with ourselves.
Isn't it strange?
In 2020 our biggest fear appeares to be being alone in a pandemic: 
scary right?

Being forces to pretend that you like yourself,
you like being alone,
you like reading books, 
you like training in front of a computer or asking Alexa a good movie to watch.

But what are we waiting for?
Do we really need a pandemic to understand how precious our time is?
How much do we have to love ourselves and our interests and passions first?

Well, 
I've worked hard in the past to develop my confidence, my selflove.
It was painful, spending time alone, in an empty house, without family and friends there,
ready to talk to you or even to fight for no reason.

I remember that time.

I've never felt so lonely.

But time encouraged me to work on myself.
To take care of myself.

Even if I'm very skeptical and generally cynical,
I really hope people can find their balance during this moment,
and understand the value of every single minute in our day.

Once everything will be back to place

I'd love to talk to strangers in the train,
I'd love to receive the message I never got,
I'd love to dance and never stop again.

Will we be able to appreciate,
how lucky we are after this?