Spring is a happy time of the year. For me, the happiest. The birds’ orchestra. The rustling of Willow trees. The fragrance of wildflowers. And the moist, free-flowing breeze. It symbolizes life, springing abloom with a bang.
However, this year, our lives have been crippled by an organism barely alive. A virus. And I sit here watching snow tumbling from the skies, not the waft of White Ash. It\u2019s not just attacking our health, its also crippling our expression of love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For me, the isolation cost me only a birthday party or two. For some others, it’s their wedding. Imagine that. Advised to remain away from one another, the disease hasn\u2019t just taken from us our lives, but also our celebrations. That\u2019s cruel. That\u2019s worse than a fever. It has taken from us our reliance on stability. We don\u2019t know what tomorrow will look like. We never did, but now we know we have zero control, and that\u2019s scary. Making me suddenly a fan of yesterday when all was normal\u2014I was planning our next trip and my son\u2019s birthday party, and our options were limitless. Oh, yesterday!
But this will end.
What must not finish is our ability to learn from our disasters. If we continue to put business over common sense\u2014our thriving cruise ship industry–the oversized, mobile Petri dish of diseases, that have repeatedly made us vulnerable and sick, then we deserve all this. If we continue to not inspect how these viruses originated and refuse to mend our ways, if we refuse to invest in our healthcare, then there’s no point to the misery. We are once again being shortsighted, believing that nothing can go wrong when we live on a serial killer named the Earth studded with super volcanos, overheated with pollution, drowning under rising oceans, and overwhelmed by depleting natural resources.
And I humbly note the isolation has brought down pollution numbers by over twenty percent. Nature is forcing its kind will upon mankind. And as I sign off, I am counting my blessings. I\u2019m not alone, surrounded by the world\u2019s absolute best people, the hearts I love and cherish. No virus can take that away from us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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