The clock on the lighthouse banged loudly. There was nothing new about the new year. It was just like any other time that came and vanished.
I walk on the shoreline, thinking about the days ahead. The world had already seen the worst time during the pandemic outbreak. The waves of the sea make my spirit dance in jubilation. Yet, behind my skull, a doubt rings like a raging alarm clock that something else will happen, or nothing would ever be the same again.
Needless to say, I keep walking, trying to distract myself from thinking the worst of humanity. But I know deep down, I’m correct to fear the unknown, to be pessimistic that nothing will be the same again.
As we’ve seen it, the world is going crazier by the day. I am part of it, a walking dead zombie who’s tone-deaf and numb to his own doings and the effects of his environment.
The year 2021 doesn’t mean anything; it’ll just be another glimpse of time that will soon be forgotten like the craziest year prior to it, which took countless souls by surprise to the unknown world of chaos.