Happy steemit community day:

The quarantine has undoubtedly made us reflect internally on the things that we have and that we see as normal because they go unnoticed, however they are those little things that fill our days with joy. I have to confess that the quarantine has not been entirely negative, I have I took advantage of this time for my daughter, cooking, writing, reading and having that warmth of home that in other times was made difficult for me by the daily tasks that I fulfilled.

"What I want to do? The first thing: go to my parents' house and give them a big hug. The second: take a plane to a country on another continent and meet someone I love very much and have not seen.After this, enjoying every moment of life, walking through my beautiful city, breathing the natural air near the sea, is incomparable.

“Epicurus said that happiness is related to the idea of ​​going in search of pleasure and running away from pain. But it is not just any pleasure, but the pleasure of the least, which appears when we are inhibited from certain practices that we have internalized. The ua quarantine ’deprived us of things we took for granted. That's why I want to go out for a walk in the city. Another thing that I really miss is the activity with the children.

The children's dining rooms Bread From Heaven in Venezuela represents hope and that is something I want to share again, I could not go every day but on the weekends it was to share with families and children from popular sectors.

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Those meetings to eat, to drink coffee and at work are things that I miss a lot.

But the most important thing when all this ends I can translate it into Mario Benedeti poem.

When the storm passes
And the roads are tamed
and let's be survivors
of a collective shipwreck.

With a weeping heart
and fate blessed
we will feel happy
just for being alive.

And we will give you a hug
to the first unknown
and we will praise luck
to keep a friend.

And then we will remember
everything we lost
and at once we will learn
everything we didn't learn.

We will no longer be envious
for all will have suffered.
We will no longer be lazy
We will be more compassionate.

What belongs to all will be worth more
That you never got it
We will be more generous
And much more committed

We will understand how fragile
what it means to be alive
We will sweat empathy
for who is and who is gone.

We will miss the old man
who asked for a peso in the market,
we didn't know his name
and was always by your side.

And maybe the poor old man
it was your God in disguise.
You never asked for the name
because you were in a hurry.

And everything will be a miracle
And it will all be a legacy
And life will be respected,
the life we ​​have earned.

When the storm passes
I ask God, sorry,
that you return us better,
as you dreamed of us.

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On our return to the streets, we should contemplate the sky more, breathe more deeply, look more in the eye, hug more strongly, kiss more passionately and love, care for and respect everything around us.