A completely normal desire of a human being to belong, to be a part of a certain group, however, sometimes acquires traits of a radicalism where one does all possible to be a part of a group appealing to him, and later to protect his privilege meaning that only that style, that group deserve respect and appreciation.
I believe personality, those attractive traits we admire or secretly envy in other people, developed and built upon a few interests, ideas and activities. One’s style is much more intriguing when it is mixed. One’s house tells more appealing stories of the owner if it contains, not clutter, but meaningful trophies, and thoughtfully chosen items. One’s character blooms in the environment of experiments, failures and achievements in various areas. After all, self-labelling deprives one of the possibilities to expand and perhaps to discover better, deeper, that also makes more sense for one’s life that appealing labels did at first.
It took me almost two months to gather my thoughts and to find them worth sharing after every single travelling plan crushed down on my head with a loud vexatious sound. When the pandemic started in March I remained in hopes that mapped out routes for our Europe trip in May would stay as planned. Full of brave proclamations that the seriousness of the virus is overstretched by the media, hoping, daring to hope that in two months my feet would touch the grounds of London, Paris, Prague and some picturesque old cities of Germany, I kept praying for the positive outcome. I suppose it is easy to guess that no plane took off to London on the selected date. Now, no matter all temptations to share about the tears I shed and devastation I felt, I decided to control myself and instead to share some musings that were born in the middle of my acceptance of the reality.
“My heart trembles from joy; it is raining! I wonder what it is with humans that we thrive for rain after a few sunny days. The desire for contrasts, I would suppose. But how wonderful it feels, how refreshing is the view of washed fields, hills and roads. Only a few days ago, I thought about emotions I lately lack and my thirst for them. Does that thirst explain my joy of seeing gathering dark clouds and drops on the window? Most definitely, it does.”