MOST PEOPLE are pining to live normally after the lockdown imposed by authorities over the COVID 19 health threat.
They pine to work as usual, go about their business and trade schedules and attend various meetings and seminars unbothered by mobility restrictions.
The lockdown restricted their freedom to go about their usual,routines and earn their keep.
This restriction, however, opened their eyes to a new mode of living, stripped to its barest essentials, subsisting on donated goods and other items, enough to sustain their existence while on enforced lockdown.
As early as February 2020, writers have spoken about the grim prospect of the COVID 19 and the resultant death tolls. No one could have imagined that the world’s super power, the United States, could surpass other nations in the death toll.
Already, it has surpassed a million cases worldwide and from all indications it may reach a staggering count, if the cure for the disease is not timely found.
In our country, about 3,000 plus cases have been confirmed which figure will increase upon arrival of sea-based and land-based OFWs. The health authorities, however, have long prepared for their coming.
We are all clueless as to what the immediate future will be for all of us. The stronger-willed among us exhibit courage under fire like the frontliners: doctors, nurses, therapists, respiratory aides, PNP and military forces members and even food servers and couriers. They maintain they should man the frontlines of COVID 19 patients, no matter what.
* * *We are presently at the shorter end of the bargain and our.local leaders are apprehensive of the bleak environment. Funds have been made available from local and foreign sources and it is the sworn duty of these leaders to distribute the largesse to the majority of their constituents.
* * *We have to admit it: we are in a quandary as to where the next meal will come from. Donors do have the means, the supplies but for how long?Would they not suffer from donors’ fatigue?
Nobody call tell when we can get back to normalcy and settle to our old ways. When will the light at the end of the tunnel shine? When? When?