Day Twentyone
Three weeks into this journal. Time to pause and look back.
It is not shaping up the way I had intended it to be. It is becoming more about
the pandemic, than me. I should be recording more of my thoughts, my anxieties,
my fears.
My fears and anxieties are still same as when I had begun
this blog. Nothing has happened to allay them. On the contrary, they have
grown. I am now additionally fearful of the lockdown being lifted and the haste
to resume normalcy. I won’t be able to bring myself to act and behave normally
for a long time.
The lockdown hasn’t affected me in any material way. I can
continue to lead a normal life inside the four walls of my home. But my moral
dilemma is – should I? How do I respond with empathy to those suffering? I am
consuming news and information, sometimes mechanically like a robot. Cases and
casualties are daily statistics to be plugged into the spreadsheet.
Let me try to breakdown my anxiety and fears:
Short Term (next 30 days). The anxiety is least. I know Amma
is very well isolated. I am venturing out to buy milk every morning and once in
3 days to buy vegetables. The physical distancing isn’t exactly perfect at the
vegetable seller.
Medium Term (next 6 months). The anxiety is most. The threat
will persist. But rules will be relaxed. How can I continue to be isolated
without losing the meaning and purpose of life? The incentive to break rules
will be tempting.
Long term (2021 and beyond). What would be the threat perception? Can I travel as much as I want
to? Will there be rules that bar senior citizens from travelling?
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