I’m sat quietly at my desk with the windows open for the first time in months, feeling the slight chill of our spring air across my feet. Yes, there’s still a nip to it, but hey, what the hell. Other than a couple of trips out onto the balcony for a coffee break, I haven’t really been outside. And even if I want to, which I do, deep down inside, I won’t go out there into the wider world at large. I won’t break quarantine.
So I’ll take my moment of fresh air, where I can, and be grateful I’m still alive, the world is still here, and, in the end, hope the human race will prevail, as it’s always done since we walked out onto the savanna plains millennia ago.
We have managed on so many occasions, as a group, to defy the odds, and only now, again, under this stress and strain, coming together as ONE PEOPLE living across the beautiful green earth, can we hope to prevail again, and beat the odds one more time.
Finger pointing, assigning blame, will do nothing to elevate the sick and dying of this virus that knows no boundaries, nationality, or care what colour your skin is. I hope this is not the dividing factor that cleaves us apart and brings us to our knees, but rather a tragedy that unites us in a common cause and fight for everyone.
I so want to believe in a brighter future where we come together, and create a better world for ourselves, our families, our friends, and down along the chain that is, the human race.
Stay strong, stay positive, stay connect, and be kind in all that you do.