Goodbye, but not good riddance.
2020 was a successful year for me. Mostly because I'm old enough to have survived spinal meningitis, an emergency Cvac and generally being some freak-show of science and doctor astonishment just by being alive and functional.
Much of it has to do with attitude as I've explained in my post about Staying Positive During Hard Times - 2020 Version.
There are always going to be people who (fill in the blank here).
When people lose the ability to use cognitive reason, they lose their humanity. Fear and hope are the two halves of existence. You could say that when people zig I zag, but that's not it either.
There's a hope gene in the core of my DNA. No naysayer will ever be able to beat, gaslight or convince me that fear is the way. That we've found the black death virus because I know what that looks like and it's more WWII battlefield than 1960's civil unrest.
Or maybe fear has been burned out of me. I do know that my cognitive reason has made me an outcast. I'm unable to react the way people expect and it freaks them out. My emotional control comes from reflection, needing to understand myself and others and a curiosity of phycology.
But what does this have to do with 2020 and a new year?
Some are predicting that 2021 is going to be worse.
Depending on your opinion, I think the only thing worse is if we were all 6 feet under. Taking the good with the bad sometimes means understanding that everything has a cycle.
Like Dire Straights sings, "Why worry? There should be laughter after pain. There should be sunshine after rain. So why worry, now?"
Until Next Year...