Dying Inside A COVID Straight-Jacket

Life Terror. Ecstasy. Fight. Denial. Flight. Failure. Forgiveness. Reconciliation. Hope. Love. Peace – Death.

Time

Time is precious.

More so if you are restricted in what you can do with it.

The clock’s ticking….

My clock is ticking faster and faster

What would you do if circumstances allowed you to do literally anything you wanted to do, money no object …..go for it? The only (imposed) restriction, is time.

Many of us would go visit our ‘bucket list’ locations? But you can’t.

Drive our dream car, touring the country visiting friends and family? But you can’t.

Do ‘more’ of the things you love doing the most, music, the arts, entertainment. But you can’t.

Do ‘your job’ that you love. That gives you purpose. That gives you satisfaction. But you can’t.

But you can’t…..

Peace

Published by Riff

Husband to Gail, my inspirational, long suffering, wife. Father to two, amazing, now adult children, Aubrey & Perri (both parents themselves). Retired teacher of 25 years, former guitarist (of 30 years). Soon after I started my blog I became grandar to my beautiful, first, grandson Henderson. Grandparenting, something I was relishing but, after an incurable cancer diagnosis had began to believe I would experience. I now have four incredible grandsons, Henderson, Fennec, Nate & Austin. I Love people. I love my family, my dear friends, I have love(d) 'what I do' my careers, I love Music, Glastonbury Festival is my happiest place, Cars and EFC are my passion, .... I love many things but, most of all, I fucking love life.

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