Lines of thought 14.11.2020 - Clara olde Heuvel

corona


laat onze existentiële angsten ontwaken 


in tijden van tegenspoed


zoeken we als mensen altijd naar de zwarte schapen onder ons


de mensen die zogenaamd het virus verspreiden, de landen en streken die als risicogebied benoemd zijn, mensen die wij de schuld kunnen geven van ons eigen falen -


vooral om onze eigen problemen en gebreken niet onder ogen te hoeven zien


afleiding 


daarnaar zoeken wij 


menselijk is het 


maar toont geen niveau 


van bewustzijn 


anderen kunnen er niets aan doen 


dat wij ons minder voelen 


ook al hebben zijn voordelen, successen, roem 


het zijn onze eigen gedachten over onszelf 


die ons minder laten voelen 


in tijden van wanhoop, crisis en overmacht…



English:

corona

awakens our existential fears

in times of adversity

as humans we always look for the black sheep among us

the people who supposedly spread the virus, the countries and regions identified as risk areas, people we can blame for our own failures -

especially so as not to face our own problems and flaws

diversion

we are looking for that

human it is

but does not show a level

of consciousness

others can't help it

that we feel less

even though its advantages, successes, fame

they are our own thoughts about ourselves

that make us feel less

in times of despair, crisis and force majeure ...

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