When all of this is over, what will become of us? Will we be stronger, fiercer and learn to stop making a fuss? Will we break open the shell, step out of the comfort zone we are snoozing in now and give the world a chance again? Will we be any less susceptible to pain? Will we start making every moment count and will we begin to value every penny more?
When all of this is over, will roadtrips and sleepovers stop seeming like stories we cooked up in our head when we were bored? Will fear start lingering around like a long-lost friend? Will the ties that we broke ruthlessly be too late to mend? Will we learn to remember the days in the week? Will we wake up to re-discovering the same joy every time a Saturday is upon us? Will we be suspicious of what we eat? Of where we meet? Of how we greet?
When all of this is over, will we be brave enough to step up and step out, will we manage to make new memories, hold people closer and cross all borders? Or will there be an air of caution stealthily breathing around – will we forever want to hide in this darkness, never wanting to be found?