Our lives, for all our cautious planning, are unpredictable and we’ve no management over the occasions which will overtake us. A loss of life within the household, a job loss, a friendship falling-out, an accident. Abruptly, the tectonic plates of our private certainty shift scarily underfoot.
Our collective lives, too, will be ambushed and jeopardised. Just like the influence of the coronavirus on our regular social settings, these occasions conspire to undermine and check us as we retreat into ourselves or membership collectively in small clusters or watch others warily in a brand new variation of siege mentality. Our hearts turn into brittle.
Regardless of the origin, there are days, and typically weeks and months, when we’re not ourselves. Now we have been knocked off true north and are desperately attempting to clamber again on the sturdy little barque of normality and certainty and stability. We yearn for our outdated selves and the way in which issues have been. However we all know deep down that we should adapt and alter and accommodate new methods of dwelling collectively. We should undertake different methods of working and collaborating and socialising; various our methods of worship and being in neighborhood.
In the meantime, we miss that sense of contact and hug and kiss, the physicality and enjoyable, as social distancing turns into the established order. We lose just a little one thing of our spontaneity as our freedoms are essentially curtailed for the widespread good.