I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING ANYMORE

Very few people read me. And even among those, very few add a comment.
Yes, because I would be very happy to know what others think of my writings. And they don't.
So, what is the point of writing?

In the last 6-7 weeks, living through the Coronavirus pandemic, so much of my free time was spent writing. All I needed was a word, an idea, a thought and bingo, in my head I was composing.
And I think I produced some pretty interesting texts. But again, this is me talking and certainly I find them interesting.

Why do I insist on writing more?
Here, these days, I hear the words, tradition, miracle, foreign etc...

But once again, why?

With the situation as it is, we have almost all lost the taste for everything. This cannot last! We seem to get used to this rather unpleasant state of affairs because we have no choice.
Today's obligation is that the minute we leave our homes, we must wear a mask because thanks to it, we do not risk contaminating the neighbor, who also wears this mask to avoid contaminating us.

So, we undergo. A word that I do not like. Because undergo, means to lose control. We who think we are all macho, now this new nature surprises us and tells us that we are nothing. We are waiting for the governments to give us the authorization to do the most normal and coherent thing, to leave our homes. For almost two months now, nothing has happened and nothing is being done. The shops, whatever they are, are closed, the activities whatever they are are interrupted. Life is no longer the same and the economy is going down the drain.