Carry on.

You can't deny the feel of the world right now. It's electric. It could tip at any moment and yet, we go about our days. My grandmother would always say that during World War II, you were being bombed in London "every night for 40." You had to carry on. That's where that phrase came from "Carry on". Carry on meant go about your day as if nothing else mattered. Just because what did matter, was going about your day. She did say many people would get caught up in the misery of it all and panic. Then, she would throw a line to them and see if they wanted a cup of tea and a chat. I think that was her thing. Are we so different now? Are we not still living that timeline? But wait...this is different. Nana didn't have a computer to ponder over, but she had a radio. Music was the reality for many. They had their dances to go to. Oh the stories of dancing in the London Underground! Some of the filters have changed, but the story remains the same. There was an effort to cultivate teamwork. Someone had the "know how" and they all pitched in. There was a coming together, there were no divisions, no separations. The separation came from the higher ups. The ground crew consisted of us all. Taking in people because you have an extra bed. Sharing what you have because you have that free will. I can feel my grandmother around me now. She is here again, in this timeline, sitting with a cup of tea, and we chat. She knows we have a different story now. She is amazed by the great awakening and says "we had that too you know, but this time, I really think it's where everyone gets it".