The Pandemic... Again

It's the end of April, over a year since the pandemic transformed our world. Like a blanket covering our heads, the coronavirus and the lockdown that ensued has suffocated us for far too long. I remember writing about the pandemic months ago--about how terrible school, our social lives, and mental states became. Now, we remain in this in-between, where we can kind of go out, but where we still fear. Life isn't terrible, but it's not amazing. We can't even complain, but at the same time, we can't enjoy life fully. We've gotten so habituated to the bad, that now, we're just languishing--tolerating these moments.

I used to tell my mom about my whole day, starting from before class started to every hour's minute events. Now, when she asks, "how was school?" I can't even bring myself to say "good"--not even "bad." It doesn't make sense, but my instinct is to say, "it just is." Is... what? I don't know either. It feels like I didn't even go to school.

I hate how much we've lingered on this topic, but let's be real, this all stems from how much the pandemic has lingered. How much longer can we languish? For how much longer will we be able to have hope in the future freedom? When will everyone stop having sympathy for our lethargy?

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