All in good time;

Me: you know, it’s so damn hard to get your life figured out, to calculate the right plans and the right amount of trust in the pace while maintaining a pretty good share of correct decisions and rationale. Me: How is adulthood done again?  Life: " ignores all text" Life: *Please insert the right formula to proceed forward*

You know what the problem is, some of us try as hard as we can, and with as much amount of troubles we endure between each other, ones that would have no significant meaning in a certain amount of time, to connect and let the positive nostalgic parts of us conquer; we realize that life is too short and we don’t wait until it’s too late to meld our hearts. We understand that through these self-exploratory phases we go through and the times of uncertainty and self-loss, we ultimately hurt people closest to us, without having that actual intention, only because life has threw us on different planets at that certain phase, leaving us in a place where we can’t seem to find a connecting point or a similar language for communication, therefore, we end up as aliens trying to understand each other, but there is no translation app that could get us both, leaving us with more losses and emotional scars. Beautifully enough, things don’t have to end up this way, If only we can under

                       In hopes of coming out of this crisis with one foot standing still next to the other, the business world has us cross-legged until dawn chasing work like there is no tomorrow. Tasks are endless, and the marathon we are running has no clear ending point, we find ourselves in an unorthodox race wearing work cardigans from above and worn-out pineapple pj's from below, there are water stations but we have no time to jump in to one and hydrate, we are running with everyone around us with no clear instructions to whether what’s coming up is a hill or a hole. It is truly uneasy the pressure put to the human body currently, psychologically we are not accustomed to this amount of change and fast-paced pressure that our brain is sometimes choosing to ignore the truths as an escape, and this massive amount of information absorbed within has us overwhelmed by the end of the day, it’s a physical toll as our ancestors originally were hunters and gatherers jumping up

What is it that we’re actually feeling? Are we making ourselves live in a fantasy world as a bandaid and a relief of what is actually existent? Are life’s distractions an analgesic of all that might unveil and is yet to come? What are your goals? Your 5-year plan? What are you living for and what are you working for? Do you have your priorities straight up? Do you know what all of this is for?  The time passing by and the money being spent, the chit chats all-around and the energy meters being filled and unfilled. Don’t you find it kind of relieving? The quarantine? The fact that you are humbled down into your home to your very basic needs, and admitting to the actual blessings of life; health family and a safe space to place your head at night. Are you scared? Of going back to real life after this ends? Are you afraid of life dragging you into its own routine net and into the places you were so strongly trying to escape? Are you capable of getting out of