How Covid-19 Lay Bare Our Nakedness





We are all victims of time. This is the one idea that we have been running away from all of our lives but the pandemic is making us see the futility and vanity in some of the races we ran.

I mean, just a few years ago, people had been in secure, market-oriented jobs that they doted over and were praised for, but look at things right now? The hospitality sector is closing down, the airlines are winding up and many people are out in the streets.

For many, the time and momentary investments in the form of years of work, shares, and opportunities invested in might never be used or viewed in the same way again.

The pandemic has made us see that those who put their trust in their money to get the most appropriate healthcare have been disappointed by the turn of events that has rendered their wealth into useless bits of paper.

Somehow, the isolation and the rough patches that came with the pandemic have provided and an avenue for reckoning, a chance to retrace our steps and find out what really matters in life and what has never been of consequence.

Some of us relegated our families to the dark as we chased after dreams and careers. The pandemic, coupled with the lockdown and the isolation has turned the sought-after careers into dust.

It has convinced most of us that all we were holding on to was in transition and the fact of the matter was that what really counted was right before our eyes every day, a small kiss on her cheeks, the little football game with the boy and ballet with the girl.

Somehow, the isolation brought out the desire to look at the stars while laying down on the soft-yellow beach, feeling the soft caress of the sun while running in the park in the morning and even the sight of the bald-headed neighbour watering the flowers.

Some people deeply desire the look in their grandmother's eyes when they visit unannounced and the musty feel of the woods and the gardens whose visits they kept postponing to a more convenient time.

The cheap and free moments all of a sudden became expensive and those imbued with monetary value lost in a major way. Lamborghinis could not go anywhere, and the huge castle turned into a huge prison.

The sad part is that many will not learn from this event and will instead continue with the useless pursuits once everything is over. The thirst for money, the lust for useless things and activities will take the place of moments we should have treasured.

Even in the pursuit for the many things that will make life bearable, make sure that you do not leave behind those that make life worth living. They are small and easy to ignore, but when they are left behind, they loom large like a haunting evening shadow.

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