Easter has come and gone. Although I lived through many Easter holidays, it seems like it is always different. I stayed home this time and I was glad in a way because I needed to be on my own, to read, to watch movies, to get bored a little bit. I went out of course, every day, with some people dear to me.
The two days before Easter made me think how hard it must be for many people who are alone. No matter how much we educate ourselves, no matter how strong we want to be, there are a few things that will always make us remember the word ‘together’, or to long for the feeling that this word gives us:
The smell of sweet bread coming from the neighbors
The smell of food (also from the neighbors)
The silence on the city streets
The shopping frenzy in supermarkets; people buy a lot, too much, as if they are not going to find food or drinks for a long time.
The families we see on the street/in parks
The news on TV about how others spend their holiday – it seems like everyone is partying, going for a walk, going to the mountains, seaside or in other countries, it seems like a cloud of happiness is floating above many
It is difficult to be ‘together’ with ourselves in certain periods of our lives. I am not pleading for being alone but for acceptance that, sometimes, it is ok to stay at home with your thoughts; it does not mean something negative; after all, you are staying with the most important person, right?