Coronavirus. I don’t even need to blog about it, because everyone else has.
Schools are shut down for three weeks.
Sport events are too.
Church is cancelled.
Lineups pile outside of doors before the local grocery stores even open.
Isles are packed with people, void of food…
The world pretends to panic, I sit here and write. It seems surreal. I’m in a book; a doomsday movie.
I run… from the insanity. Breathe in the cool country air.
Real panic is still low, I believe.
Why? Because most people are smiling, letting others ahead in line. Shaking their heads in wonder while they make jokes. Texting pictures of line ups and empty shelves. Kindness is still abundant, violence and aggression are low. This tells me it’s not so bad. We are still a people who have plenty, we don’t know what it’s like to go with out. So far we haven’t seen the desperation of Venezuela.
Real fear is at bay.
I’ve succumbed to the pressure of preparing for something… not sure what. Other crazy shoppers emptying the shelves?? We have food to last us a while. We’re fine. I’m fine. I’m not worried.
Should I be worried?
I feel amused and calm￼.
Calm because it’s not the end. I think we all know it.
Amused because it’s like we’re all rehearsing for the real thing. We’re not so much afraid of the virus, of halting our lives. But we’re afraid of being helpless. Unprepared. So we prepare ourselves for something much bigger, something completely out of our control.
An illusion of control, in a very fragile world. The world hangs in a balance that we don’t even notice from day today. Movement of small, intricate parts:
Work and school.
The stock markets.
Truckers bringing in supplies.
Smallest changes that tip the scale.
We know this isn’t the end. Yet we live in a fragile world which holds on by a thread. What will be the final tug that pulls this civilization apart?
History doesn’t lie: no “kingdom” lasts forever. All eventually come to an end.
And I think instinctively we know this. So we hold on and rehearse just a little while longer. Each year becoming just a little more paranoid. Live as if death stalks behind us.
As I sit here and watch the desperate gain their illusion of power and control, I wonder, if the end finally does come… will we know it?
Or will we casually laugh at another false alarm?