It’s still 2020. Several hours away from 2021.
In the Netherlands we eat doughnuts bulls and apple flaps. Waiting for the New Year, while believing that everything will become better. Writing this with one eye at the movie “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” with Audrey Hepburn.
Memories of the past are always nice and full of feelings of desire to a time which will never come back. My youth in the fifties and sixties when the world was still tempting and exiting.
Memories of my parents who died long ago. Now that I am 77-years-old, I think about them, how they raised and loved me. While time is passing by, those memories are slowly fading away. As long as my brains live, I hope I will remember those things from the past.
Memories of 2020, which was the strangest year ever in my life. Never ever in my life was the world more at the edge than ever before.
I have seen my children grow up, but now I am worried for their future.
Memories of my distant family who were scattered over Europe. Who were hunted in WWII and killed in unthinkable cruel camps like Auschwitz. I never had the chance to see them or speak to them. They were cut of from their future, forever.
Memories how my life passed. How much luck I had sometimes. How much sad and bad things sometimes happened to me.
Our life should go on in 2021 in a more COVID-19 friendlier time. Hopefully we also keep fighting for world peace.
Memories comes to hunt us, when we are thinking about the past. Maybe its better to think about the future. I am not sure what I should think of 2021. I hope it will be a better year for all the people in this world. I hope that democracy will survive in this political landscape.
Suddenly my memories are drowned in a very loud noise of firecrackers. I walk to the window and see some people running around with a lot of fireworks. Maybe I should rethink my memories and wait what 2021 will bring to me.
Maybe I should forget my memories and live an easier life in 2021.
Maybe it’s better not to look back?
