I’m writing this from my bedroom in my parents’ house. I’m working on a small desk in the corner of the room, and there’s a cool breeze coming in from the window in front of me. Sounds pretty great, right? This is day 35 of quarantine for me, I only leave the house to get groceries for my family once or twice every two weeks and maybe, sometimes I go for a walk to get some fresh air and clear my head. I’ve been working from home for the last 6 weeks, and I might be the only person in the world that doesn’t completely hate this situation.
It’s a strange world we’re living in, we’re stuck in our homes as a means to stop the spread of a virus we can’t seem to slow down. Stuck is also a weird word to be using at a time like this, when having a home, a job to work from home, full cupboards and fridge are immense blessings – it’s the farthest thing from being stuck. There’s many without homes, many who’s jobs don’t allow the flexibility to work from the safety of a house. There’s also those who have no jobs, those who don’t have any idea when they can do their next round of groceries. I don’t take that lightly. I find myself being deeply thankful for every little thing I have. In a time that some might argue is so easy to focus on the bad, I find myself searching for the good. The world before the virus is gone, it’s something I don’t think we are ever going to get back. Not because we won’t ever bounce back – but because each of us, every single person on this planet, will forever be changed by this.
Since this whole ordeal started, since the virus made its way to Italy it dawned on me that there might be a much larger reason for why this is all happening. For the first time it’s like the whole world is on pause, people have no choice but to be present in the moment and take everything day by day. Isn’t that the way we should have been living all along? This is thought that has crossed my mind many many times. Shouldn’t we be living a life that is full of gratitude, a life that is in no rush whatsoever, a life that’s not bound by a schedule, a life with no fear. Maybe this is the Universe’s way – God’s way – of telling us to go back to basics, maybe this is His way of showing us that we really are all in this together. That in a world separated by race, politics and religion, maybe just maybe, this is His way of showing us that there really isn’t anything separating each of us. That when you really look at life for what it is, we are all the same. We crave that human connection, we have always been all in this together. I don’t know when or how this will all end, but when it does we’re going to have to begin again, together. The way we should have all along.
Stay strong my friends. Stay positive and choose joy every day, search for joy every single moment you can. When we finally get out of this, we’ll hug a little harder, love a lot further. We’ll cherish every trip to the grocery store, and every family gathering a hell of a lot more. I promise you that. And from now, until the day this is all over; stay present, take deep breaths and take comfort in knowing that time will heal, time will pass and soon this will be over.
Email me on for guest posts on: firstname.lastname@example.org