Life isn’t supposed to be normal

It’s hard when the world is going nuts.

There are innocent people dying from a major genocide in Ukraine every day. Cities are destroyed. Hospitals with pregnant women are shelled. Kids are shot, “by accident.”

There’s a real nuclear threat on the table. And not just from someone —but from my country.

A pernicious virus that fucked up the whole world economy is still out there, mutating into new variants.

It’s a lot to take.

Every time I try to disconnect from it all by disconnecting from the news, reading books, or watching Netflix, I am relieved — but only temporarily. The “fake, fiction world” disappears with a click of a button or a turn of a page.

And then the “real, horrible world” reveals itself all over again.

I wish this was all over so that we can live a “normal” life again. I really do.

But then I think, who said life’s supposed to be “normal”?

Nobody.

Life doesn’t owe as anything. It’s not supposed to be a certain way. Not even being normal. No matter what’s happening, how horrible and terrifying it all may seem, life is what it is and it isn’t what it isn’t.

It’s just life.

Gotta get used to this new normality.

There’s no other option.