An underrated sociological side effect of CoVid is that it teaches us about the immediately palpable ramifications of poverty:
- can‘t go on vacation
- can’t meet relatives who live far(ther) away
- can’t go shopping
- can’t go to the cinema/theater/...
- can’t throw a party
- etc.
Apart from many bad things this disease has done to my mental condition, it has made me more humble, grateful, and cognizant of poor people‘s living conditions - and I’m thankful for that.
And even if this sounds very cliche: whenever I feel depressed or demotivated these days, I think of how rich I actually am, and not only in material terms. I am a loved, gifted, and respected human, and that is not to be taken for granted.