The World Through My Eyes
It pains my heart to see the numbers. Number of active cases, number of deaths.
Every time I refresh my feed, every story I see, there’s one about someone who is in dire need of oxygen, or someone who could’ve been saved. How did the world I know, come to this?
Pandemic. That’s what we call it. There is a hungry virus killing everyone, without any discrimination. But the lockdown is a different story, while the privilege get to live under a roof, earning an income, the poor scramble for a meal.
The stories are horrible. A women lost her husband as she couldn’t find oxygen for him. A 2 month old baby and his five year old brother lost their parents and all of a sudden, they are orphans. How can it be so cruel? Every breath I take, I wonder if it has the virus. Is it okay to take a deep breath, or am I welcoming the virus into my body? I have trouble sleeping almost everyday. I worry constantly.
The last time I walked under the canopy of trees, the last time I crossed a busy road, the last time I had dinner with a group of people — all that seems like a long time ago. I cannot even make myself remember those moments again. I tell my close friends — “we’ll meet soon”, “once things get better” — devoid of hope.
The world is burning, only death is constant. Aren’t we all to blame?
