It’s been a strange few months.
Stricter measures are being implemented in various countries. We’re watching the world collapse from a distance: unemployment skyrocketing, businesses failing, companies making budget cuts, the stock market plummeting etc.
Life is no longer what it used to be. Masks, social distancing, curfew are all signs of our submission, to the government, to strict laws, and all we are left to do as a result of the lurking fear is to stay isolated within the confines of our homes. It reminds me of the movie V for Vendetta —a real example of life imitating art.
‘I have understood that our lives will never be the same.’
Luckily in Greece where I live, there are relatively few Covid cases compared to many parts of the world. We are lucky that we can still go to events, but with strict measures. The government has just introduced a new law that all restaurants and bars close after midnight. A few nights ago, I went to a latin event with my brother and my flatmate. Little did I know that you could not go onto the dance floor without making a reservation. And to keep people out, they put ropes on the borders of the dance floor with plastic covers separating the tables. There were also guards standing in front of the dance floor so they can select the very few people that were allowed inside — to my disgust, this was the first time this has happened at the same venue.
I felt like my freedom was being curtailed, because I had come to dance, to be free. The place eventually felt like a prison, where we were being physically and psychologically caged. My eyes were tearing up, because I couldn’t bear the sight of people dancing whilst I couldn’t.
At that point in time, the world felt a little more lonely, more isolating, and more prone to exclusion.
I have understood that our lives will never be the same. Not only does this pandemic has stolen our freedom to live, to dance, to work, it has also left us deeply isolated.
We have never lived in such a time where we are desperate for each other, for human interaction, and especially the way we depend on our technology or our addiction to smartphones is amplifying this lack, leaving us craving the human touch, for love and intimacy—like a desperate cry for help.
We are relying on substitutes for this real human interaction — two-dimensional profiles on dating apps and social media, driving ourselves to fall in love with the surface, instead of diving deep to uncover who people truly are.
Our technology and this pandemic is separating us from our families, our true nature, and driving us further away from our friends and other people.
This sedentary modern life is also driving people sick, more depressed and ill. Mass corporations and governments are squeezing every last drop of our bank account, leaving many people out of pocket and unable to save for retirement.
A Time For Reflection
We are so busy with trying to survive these times, or scanning the news for any new restrictions that we haven’t really taken time out to analyze what it is really doing to our mental health.
All we need is to stay positive and take it day by day, and not take our family or friends for granted.