Everything here reminds me of something that's been lost. The community here when we were all stuck inside during quarantine is gone, and it seems like I'm still stuck in this place, and the fear of everything leaving and ending up with a fate unknown to me scares me so much.
I really hope for the best, but most times my mind wanders to the worst. I really want to imagine that the people here, the authors, the readers, everyone, really, is living and doing well, but I know that's not the case for everyone, and it breaks my heart to realize it.
There's really nothing I can do, but to move on with my life. I have a real, physical life, with people I know and interact with, and none of that can be thrown away.
I wish it was easier to admit this, but life moves on, whether you want it to or not. Sometimes I wish I could go back to quarantine, if only for the community and stories here, but time is irreversible, and it won't stop moving just because I'm feeling sad.
Again and again, I come back, hoping that the people here will return to the same state that I initially found it in, in 2020, but the better part of me knows that won't happen, because life is different, and I am different.
This is just a reminder, to anybody, really, that time moves on, and you will have to, as well, even if that itself takes time.
Maybe this will become my own sort of diary, or blog, if I'm willing to call it that, but I think it serves as a reminder to move on, even if it's just past me talking to the future.