I’m not sure how many of you recall a tv series called “Survivor”. Strangers dumped on a deserted island. Camera’s trained on their everyday battle to survive. Outlive. Outlast. We latch on to the narrative because it keeps your mind occupied as you venture through this thing called life.
I’m alive today. I succeeded in life. So many things could have killed me today. A masked road user, too lazy to stop at the robot. Armed robbers at the shopping mall. A virus from China. 1000 ways to die. 1000 ways to live. But I don’t let that bother me, because today: I am alive.
All probabilities are that I will live to see tomorrow. That’s if a heart attack doesn’t stalk my dreams. Or a deranged duck makes it through the perimeter fence. 1000 ways to die. 1000 ways to live. I could die any minute. All I want is for other people to know that I lived.
They say that if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. I choose to work. To interact with the same group of humans every day. I could spend hours talking about what so and so said in the office today. Some of it makes me happy. Alot of it makes me sad. But none of it takes away the fact that I chose to live today.
Today I chose not to take up a drink. Not because Cyril banned the sale of liquor. Or because alcohol makes me mentally ill. But because I don’t really like the effect that alcohol has on me. I woke up this morning and chose life. Not because Somgaga told me to on the tv the other day. But because there is a life threatening virus out there.
The lockdown is a fiction. A construct. You are alive today because you chose life. Nobody forced you to do that. Nobody locked you down. You are living the way you choose to live. And that’s okay. Take the power back. You are alive. You succeeded at life. That is all.
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