These are beautiful times.
I don’t know about you guys, but most people I spoke to (expats) are excited. Their eyes sparkle, there is suddenly a spring in the step and smiles around. This comes despite inability to travel back home, despite losing jobs, despite being stuck in other countries with no way of coming over, despite having to change work practices, despite cancelled journeys and loss of money, not to mention the fact that SE Asia medical services are sketchy at best and downright dangerous to your health – at worst.
But I am like the McDonald’s. I’m loving it, this corona kick in the ass.
I had a flu once, a long time ago. For those who have never had one – there is no question of distinguishing between flu and a cold.. you will know the difference. I swam in own sweat and headaches and breaking bones for ten days, with an occasional aspirin to knock down the temperature and mostly out of it completely, unaware of any movement around. It locks one into the world of their own, and those ten days are completely lost to me. Just like now – there was no medication for the flu, and thanks god I didn’t develop pneumonia; viral pneumonia is dangerous alright. No one traced my prior whereabouts, and there were no lock-downs.
So why the hell are we excited? Because it breaks down the drudgery of human existence, that’s why. It makes one feel alive, on the edge and with the anticipation of the unknown… which of course is not everyone’s cup of tea, but boy! those away from their places of birth – do understand the excitement. The precipitous abruptness of life seeps into one’s consciousness real fast; one buckles up in anticipation of the twists and turns of the ride ahead.
Developed societies unfortunately lack the right balance of order and chaos, something our ancestors were very familiar with.
So I spent 200 bucks extra on food, the kind I usually don’t buy, but would eat anyway, and some medication. No toilet paper, we use bum guns, much more hygienic. And should we lose water supply.. go commando and wipe your ass with jungle leaves. I also watched a couple of post apocalyptic movies, just to get in the mood as this great painting of the world pandemic is unfolding right before my eyes. It feels so fucking good I have no words to describe it!
Are we gonna die? Some will, most won’t. Will it affect the future of humanity? For a period of time, after which the majority will go back to the comfy snooze. It may rearrange some vital human systems, such as distribution chains, education platforms and medical provision. It may teach world economies not to place all eggs into one basket and to learn to diversify. But overall this is a tiny blip in the course of the human history, in the same way the Spanish flu was, regardless of the countless personal tragedies behind it.
The Bezoses of the world will profit no matter what, just as Jeff is doing now.
Here is the time to take a much broader look at humanity and at own place in this world. Are you a contributor to or a destroyer of the worlds? Now is the time to understand and embrace own mortality. Can you die in full acceptance RIGHT NOW, and are your earthly affairs in order so that you could check out peacefully? Now is the time to see clearly that a sneeze in one part of the globe will return a hundred coughs in other parts.
Now is the time to truly evaluate the meaning of the word ‘interconnected’. It is not a pretty New Age term, but Reality, sometimes severe.
You matter to yourself, so take care of the one and only, and of all those whose existence in this world brightens your own. They are once be and gone, just like you.
There used to be street parties during Black Death. There was no cure, and most died after contracting plague, so what was one to do with that kind of prospect? But we are not in that same space.
Take care, stay safe, have a party.