One Usual Morning

I was staring at my opened door when these thoughts had hit me:

Everything's not going to be the same again. 

I was thinking and hoping about it over and over, that even though we are experiencing this kind of crisis in our lives, we could still go back to the same old world we used to live. That everything is gonna be fine again. 

But I was wrong. 

A lot of people that I could see online are posting the same contents about the past: all the roadtrips, shopping, face to face classes, restaurants, and parties. We can still do that, but it's not gonna be the same. Facilities nowadays are strict as possible, our time is limited because there are curfews, and our responsibility is to put on our preventive weapons, which are the face masks, face shield and of course, an alcohol. 

Most of the time maintaining these health protoccols are a pain in the ass especially when you love going outside, but ironically, it had taught everyone about what discipline is like. It is somehow a burden and quite beneficial. 

I usually ask myself, "When is this gonna end? Is this ever gonna end?" And not even a single soul in the whole world can answer me. The safe thing that I'm going to do will be waiting that this comes to an end, or accept the fact that this is endless and this will be a new normal, somehow.