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Escapism May Be the Only Way to Stay Sane in an Insane World
Sometimes you just need to unplug and detach for a little while.
There are just too many things going on. While the world thought it was recovering from the pandemic era, a new variant swoops in and threatens everything that had fallen back into place. “Normalcy” is still a pre-COVID buzzword that brings with it nostalgia for things we might never truly regain. Politics are still there for posturing, and no one really wants to admit that we may never be in that same place we were two years ago again.
I’m trying to cope the best way I can — through words. The news has become a bit of a drone in the background as I’m sitting here and still hoping that there are better stories to tell within this frame of a world gone mad.
Are we still in the first act of a post-apocalyptic endgame? Was everything that led to this moment just a prologue of our failures as a race battling illness, climate upheaval, and dangerous political maneuverings across the globe?
I don’t have the answers. I’m trying not to doomscroll. I turn off the television and amp up the music. There’s some peace there, if I can find it through all the tangled threads and the noise in my head.
