Realization About Covid-19 Via My Artistic Purpose

[TheUniverseIsLove]

I have been working on using this time of solitude to write a play. 
In my writings I realized that when things break, growth and discovery are the results. 
The hardest times of my life have been the most beneficial. 
I have lost things along the way with every break. 
I am still breaking. Things are forever in motion. 
But every break has ALWAYS turned out to be some of the most beneficial and rewarding things that have ever happened to me. 

Beauty reveals itself through the cracks. 

When I asked myself, why is Covid-19 happening? I began to reflect that I, and the universe as a whole, realized that it needed to break to make change. It needed to restructure it's core, and it needed to do it at an (at least) global level. 
It is the only way. 

We, as a society are breaking so what is supposed to be in place can manifest itself as such. 
The ego only gets caught up in the loss and fear. 

The ego is scared, but the ego is not the purpose. The purpose will find its way collectively. 

The beginning of my play (rough draft) : 
 

One hundred and seventy-five million years ago the world drifted apart and split into the seven continents we know today. They transformed and became different parts of the same whole, free floating in existence, only connected by the rush of the Ocean’s current.

Pangaea.

The continents wandered apart, and yet were still fully encompassed by the existential earth and unfathomable universe. Separate, yet intangibly whole.

There are people and events whom have passed through my life who are my continents.

Those that I will always be connected to, yet now I may only view from a distance, because my perspective and connection to them has transformed and changed.

Theirs has too.

We are intact alone, and yet cannot be separate. We keep a little bit of each other with us, always.

My continents are those whom once were intertwined in my roots, but we have since parted, only viewing and feeling each other as the distance rush of memories past. The current of energies.

An Ocean of strange nostalgia.
 

The whole universe is connected, truly, but only some are my continents.

You are about to watch them break.

 

Thanks for reading. 

As always, with love.