When we survive, and we will definitely survive, we will try to become happy. We will try to change what we were afraid to touch. We will try to learn to listen and speak, as we once did for the first time at a desk. We will risk living differently and starting over. We will not be frightened by difficulties, because they are all petty compared to what is happening. We will look openly into each other’s eyes without masks and the desire to appear better. We will not get tired of saying “thank you” for us, for the alarm clock, for the coffee, for those little joys that were commonplace. We will hug each time as if it were the last and not allow debilitating separations. And one day, in silence, listening to a movie that no one is watching, reclining on each other’s shoulders, we will feel so sincerely warm and calm that even the possibility of breaking up will disappear. We will laugh at old comedies for the hundredth time, we will go karting as a family, we will do everything we have been putting off for years. We will love our children madly and allow them everything, spoil them more, answer a million of their questions, draw on the wallpaper together. We will become warmer and more responsive to their requests. We will learn to love money just enough so that it does not cover our eyes with a veil, jumping into priority at the moment of daily elections. We will be CLOSE without fear of getting hurt, trusting our soul, body, feelings to each other. After all, what we experienced opens our hearts to a creak. We will take care of each other. Let's stop leaving important decisions to fate. And look more broadly at the possibilities of the reality in which we survived. And we will give a chance. Leave or stay. We will respect each other's freedom and desires. Let's finish with the alterations. Let's stop playing at the Almighty, who always knows how to act correctly for the benefit of others. We will finally hear ourselves and dare to do what we really want. When we survive, we will only have today. We will not remember our non-adult past. We will not put off hope until an illusory future. We will only have today, basically the same as now. But we choose not to notice this fact, as if there is a spare life.