The New Normal: What is the Cost of Lies?
I’m 46 years old. 2020 was the first Christmas I did not get to spend with my parents. We were told that we could not see each other.
It’s NOT that this Christmas was different. It’s NOT that it was just like any other day. It’s that it was just like a new normal, social distancing, and mask wearing day.
I have an issue with this. Not with the virus. With society. With You. With Us.
I find it extremely hard to come to terms with how You and We accepted this state of affairs. And not just accepted it but not even wondering why You and We are in this situation. It’s as if You and We lived in Middle-earth and not even reluctantly changed our way of life because Sauron was bored and cast a plague spell on You and Us for his own entertainment.
I was 12 years old when the Chernobyl disaster happened. In my recollection and reading up on it within a reasonable time You and We had a sound idea of what happened, what the causes were, and who were responsible. You and We have learnt a lesson. Not this time.
On the second day of Christmas, the first I spent without my parents, and roughly on the one year anniversary of the outbreak I cannot help but wonder: What is the cost of lies? And why do You and We believe them?
