Sure, I enjoy time
off as much as the next person, but the reason behind these days at home
is deadly serious, and pokes holes in any attempt to be fully at ease
with the downtime. Each new case, and every loss of life affects each of
us to differing degrees, but there's a constant stream of
discomforting news that's impossible to ignore, at least for anyone with any shred of empathy. The sorrows that affect us directly are
always acutely felt, but even the cases that aren't on our doorstep are
still out there, and we can't help but be aware of them. We feel them,
like a soft and tragic undercurrent that won't go away. It's like a
tinnitus of the soul. It nags.
But then again,
it probably ought to. We need to take heart, stay strong, and hold onto
as much optimism as we can muster, but we also can't afford to ignore
the very present danger the daily numbers say is still very much
with us all. In doing so, we risk losing our humanity. Let's not
let that happen.
The only way through this is
out the other side. Together.
