I keep trying to look at the overall picture. That, hopefully, it’s been a wake up call and everyone won’t all rush out and shop, shop, shop when restrictions are lifted. That litter won’t be dropped, wars won’t be restarted, more people will work from home, that we’ll all value the planet more, world leaders will learn common sense, and we’ll have the new normal the government keep spouting on about. But I fear that won’t be.
This virus has brought together and divided at the same time. I’ve met neighbours, I’d not met before as they walk past the house for their daily exercise and the local shops and volunteers have gone above and beyond what they needed to do to help out and make sure everyone is ok.
But so many are struggling to keep things together, and so many businesses will fail and so many are loosing their jobs and worrying about where the next penny is coming from. Parents are worried about children missing education, trying to home school while working a full time job from home. Worried about whether their jobs will survive.
And people like me sit in the sun in our paid-for gilded cages and get really, really frustrated because they’re trapped and useless and not able to help.
I was very happy with my lot before the virus, now I’m frustrated, but I keep trying to look at the big picture and hope that the world will, overall, eventually, benefit and all will be good.