I read on the news that in NZ, 80 or so people have recovered from the virus. It should fill me with happiness. We have proof that we can overcome this. Even if we get the virus, that doesn’t meant we’re going to die.
But somehow, one bad news outweighs any good news that we could recieve. What I’m talking about is, we have had a death in NZ. The death toll is 1 which I know sounds pathetic and even laughable. Except it’s not. Except that one death makes this virus thing, NOT laughable at all, but real. It’s real. It’s here.
There are times when I still think of my nieces and nephews, and how they’re so lucky to not go to school. I guess it takes something like this for me to realise that, despite its flaws and difficulties, school is a priveledge. It’s something I’ve taken for granted. I think I’m not alone in that. Yes, education is a human right. But school is a priveledge. That’s something, I think, for me to hold onto when we’re out of the lockdown.
I don’t know why bad news always stay with me. We have 80 people who had the virus and are now recovered. And yet, it’s that one case that didn’t recover that really hit the hardest.
We should want good news, seek for it. But I guess maybe it’s because we’re not statistics. Maybe that’s why.
So what if 1000 people get the virus and recover? If there’s even one death, that’s one less person on earth, one more funeral to go to (or not be able to go to).
I really hope we can get the all clear to get out of lockdown. I wished it’d be over. And I wished I could do something to help besides staying at home.