A year has passed since March 2020. A year of social distancing, a year of staying inside, a year of worrisome thoughts coming in and out of our heads due to random, wayward coughs. When the pandemic first began, I didn’t think it would be too hard. I was and still am very much an introvert with extroverted tendencies. I am a homebody, a stay at home enthusiast, and yet, being forced to remain cooped up at home was one of the hardest things to do.
It is so much different than choosing to stay at home. Maybe it was being able to choose when I would go out. Maybe it was having all these options open to me. Maybe, and more likely, it is the case of appreciating the life that once was. I am sure many of us feel this way, introvert or not. A year has passed since life as we knew it stopped. Since our lives were uprooted and everything became transplanted into these four walls we call home.
After a year of living in a pandemic, it is natural to desire for a return to normalcy, whatever that used to mean. To be able to hug our family friends, to go to a concert and be surrounded by thousands of strangers, to sit in the corner of a cafe, listening to the sound of people chatting and drinks being handled behind the counter. I miss it, too. However, I also know that even when this pandemic ends, things will never go back to normal.
I know now more than ever, that the life we had pre-pandemic will be gone. Whatever protocols and routines we had in place before has since been thrown out, revamped, and transformed. I do not think that to be a bad thing — not necessarily. Throughout history, the human race has had to evolve on numerous occasions. We’ve had to go from hunting in the wild to cooking over a gas stove. From wearing unaltered animal hides to Walmart tee’s and designer bags. We’ve gone from being killed by the common flu to surviving the Black Plague. We’ve always overcome the obstacles that have come in our way and yet, it never becomes easier to cope with any of it. The loss continues to sting and the world is unrelenting in the pain that it gives. We can only mourn for what once was and move forward and evolve into a better version of ourselves.
It has been one year since COVID-19 has swept across the globe and rendered the entire human population helpless. However, we are still fighting in our little ways. We are still trying to hold onto a semblance of our old lives, whatever that might be. Many of us are still breathing and alive today, and that is the most we can do for those that did not make it: to continue to live and breathe and carry on with our day to day. As we continue into the beginning of year two of the pandemic, I hope you are still dreaming, that you are still passionate about something. And even if you are not, that is okay. At best, I hope you know that you are not alone. I believe we can take comfort in knowing that despite not being in the same boat, we are all in the same storm. And we will get through it, maybe not all at once, but one right after the other.
Wishing you the best on this day, one year since.