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Those who learn the secret




Those who learn the secret do not scream like you do, and if they do, they do not punish themselves forever, like you do. Those who learn the secret remember to breathe in and out slowly and find little things to do to try to make the place a little more colorful, light and beautiful. 

Those who learn the secret treat others kindly. They do not buy all the toilet paper from the supermarket or the masks from the drugstore. They are kind and believe in kindness. They know someone will help them in a time of need. Also, if there is no more toilet paper in the world,  they know they can still shower.

Those who learn the secret often cry for those who they cannot help, but find reasons to laugh even when in face of their own, so far small, misfortunes. They keep Quarantine diaries to keep them sane or bear witness if the apocalypse is inevitable. 

Those who learn the secret understand we were never meant to be eternal, but we can still be meaningful. Those who learn the secret know the value of solidarity and know we should all emanate love. 

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