anonymity had always been a question, quite synonymous to eccentric. that it's a title clasped between a stranger's hands. if it is then an indication of being unknown, aren't we all then, anonymous?
the thing is, we leave traces of ourselves in everything we do. either the way we talk, walk, write. anything, really, is a message that conveys our peculiarity.
that even if i hide between my words, try to conceal my name, speak in ciphers, i am as transparent as anyone ever is. for it is only the identity i hide and not the identification.
and maybe this is where it all went wrong. that no matter how much i try to erase every memory, every imprint of my being, try to change my entirety, i have exposed myself way too much in words for me to hide myself in just a stranger's name.
maybe then, anonymity is not a basis of hiding or keeping oneself secluded in unnamed things. but it is in knowing how to find those torn pages, coffee stains, dried leaves and footprints left in sands wherever that person has been to.
maybe, if she hides herself once again, he still gets to find her with a stranger's name.
Perhaps this pandemic is a necessity to happen because you see, the earth needs it more than anything else; we as human: 1. With the lockdown, it eliminates pollution specifically air, water and noise pollution. 2. To give time for your family. To love and care for them for the old times you weren't there because of work or important agendas. 3. To be compassionate and spread kindness and generosity to those who's needing the most help. 4. To be creative and help on chores. 5. To draw closer to God, to surrender everything to Him, that with Him, we can surpass this pandemic like we have surpassed the passed tragedies we had experienced. 5. To re-evaluate ourselves; are we doing our part as humanbeing? 6. To meditate and pray for the world.