From overseas it came, so quickly it spread, it has left so many hurting, and so many others dead.
Mass confusion and disruptions, uncertainty and pain, after every newscast, I am left racking my brain.
How could this happen, how could this be? So unprepared we were, our many vulnerabilities I now see.
Many want to go out and get back to normal life, but there is nothing normal about this new life, and staying home is a crucial part of this fight.
To our livelihoods, staying home is not conducive, but contraction of the virus grows more prevalent by the day, a vaccine remains elusive, and as we are not the experts, there is nothing more we can do or say.
We all need to earn a living, bills must be paid, but if you contract the virus, how can you earn a living from an ambulance, the hospital, or your grave?
Lessons to be learned from this are: In life, always prepare for the worst, always let your loved ones know how much you love them, and always put safety first.
On the bright side of all this, we still have great memories from the past, and now memories will be made in the future, because this too shall pass.
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