This week: Death and Life.
I’ve had an interesting week. You?
I started homeschooling one of my godchildren. A friend in quarantine. A friend’s nephew in hospital. A friend’s father died. I was almost in an accident and some heavy shock vibes thereafter.
Loads of thoughts. Life. How short life is. How, even though the Covid 19 pandemic is at the forefront of all news, life can stop at any time … different paths, different ways. This week has been that reminder.
Death. There’s always death. A human being is always dying somewhere in the world. It could be me too. Sickness, accidents, intentionality …
Governments digging mass graves in preparation for mass deaths caused by a pandemic … people not being able to say good bye to loved ones.
Are we prepared for the psychological effect of this? For ourselves? For the people we work with? For the learners, students, aged …
I don’t think lockdown has been used optimally. Education on what to do when lockdown is lifted should have been a huge part of the original lockdown. Preparation for the new norm. There would’ve been some kind of process in place? Now we have to think about that for everybody else while more and more people become infected and …
I can only do what I can do. Amidst all the things I think of and about and see. I can still only control me. I can keep me masked, sanitized and safe as far as possible. And do that also to protect others.
And that’s all.
No overthinking. No pressure. No drama.
Live life. Even amidst all the anxiety, live. There’s a lot of dying going on.