The masks we live in

Yesterday I reached my door after the long and strenuous walk in the heat and took of the mask with frustration as I could feel my face covered in perspiration. The mind went awry with laments - why do I have to wear this. If only people would behave and follow the fucking protocols. This is a nightmare.

But you see the warrior goddess wont let such thoughts slide by. She makes me look at myself in my bathroom mirror con perspiration (con is ‘with’ in español). And demands me to wipe off my face with valor not vehemence. She asks me splash water on my face as if I was a doctor returning after a 12 hour shift protecting life like a shero. The warrior goddess knows all the check mate moves. My poor mind, many times such shown its place.

Today when stepping out of the house to battle the reality of the now, I stop at the door. Hear the tune of 'chariots on fire' by Vangelis and like a warrior pull out my ugly ass mask and put it on face as part of my chosen supershero costume.

PS: Incase someone has not yet pointed out, wearing masks is also very humbling it eh….encourages diligent practice of oral hygiene.