Millions of people are dead, and many more millions are sick, and millions of people have had their lives irrevocably changed, mostly for the worse. It feels like the height of hubris to imagine that I am supposed to find meaning, or spiritual enlightenment, or anything like that, from my position of complete privilege. I have heard people say that they're grateful for the pandemic because it forced them to slow down, or to appreciate life, or to rearrange their priorities, and while I can't fault them for it exactly, because I do understand that our society is built in a way to prevent us from having any time or energy or space to reflect and so this forced pause gave them exactly that, at the same time I find it all horrifying. What reasonable person would be grateful for death on this scale?
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Date: 2021-01-30 05:07 pm (UTC)That sounds like a pretty good "lesson" to me :P