WE AGED TWO YEARS
Tuesday, March 9, 2021 - daily column #6691
Time and habits-rearranged, numbing us to cope with what is, and dissociate us from what was – unknowing which ensuing phase or semblance of our new reality will portend, how we’ll assimilate, and what deft moves we ought to be making.
Restoring old norms or time for inventing new ones – when life resumes, returns to normal, will we feel the same?
More likely, we’ll be saying, “we aged two years.”
Keeping aware – being informed, being up-to-date, brings little elation along with …
Recuperation will be costly in personal, medical, economic, and political terms. Just as digging into our multi-jurisdictional malaise has been tragic and expensive trouble, burrowing out may well exact far greater damages.
My government is securing massive amounts of vaccine (ordering lots and actually getting it delivered are hard things for my Prime Minister to grasp) – waiting for a collision of sufficient vaccine deliveries with my age group eligibility to collide.
Reading reports, how well some countries are faring, how poorly Canada stacks up – it’s difficult to feel enthusiastic. The reality of wearing masks another year does not bother me as much as separation from socialization alarms me, for myself, for everyone – because that reality may have very harsh consequences.
This past year of surreal pandemic days serves to blur vision even more – we cope, compete, and separate ourselves from how our reality used to manifest.
Reality, as you may have heard, bites. Hard. It is the collection agency that comes to collect on everything we’ve ignored, overlooked, procrastinated – everything we’ve tried to put in the past, purged from our minds, or that we’ve forgotten entirely. Or wanted to forget …