resignation is the attitude of accepting something unpleasant because you cannot change it.
I don’t know whether it is an act of accepting rather than enduring.
I speak about RESIGNATION because I see it, I hear it, I feel it.
I see resignation in the eyes of a 65 years old woman that for the first time this year decided not to dye her hair and for months now has been told “You are at risk!”.
I hear it in the voice of a 104 man completely destabilised by the bistrot next to his place being closed and finally finding himself lonely because unable to sit there all day.
I feel it in the living room of the retirement home full of demented older adults that surely can understand more than they can say.
No hugs, no shaking hands, no kissing.
Unable to see your family, the younger generation that was once bringing you joy. Unable sometimes to remember the name of the grandson born last year. Unable to have Christmas together.
I see RESIGNATION and people saying: “I don’t care if it’s my last Christmas, but I want my beloved around me!”
An attitude of acceptance maybe, but certainly a controversial psychological thinking.
MAYBE WE ARE DOING IT ALL WRONG.