A short post this evening to mark the end of day three (how is it only day three???) and to celebrate a little shine of hope in this seemingly endless darkness.
The world is, undoubtedly, a scary and confusing place right now. And Britain had issues long before coronavirus crept onto our shores. What with the dreaded B word, and the bumbling fool who also begins with B, it’s been years of division. Years of anger and squabbling and far too many elections—which all felt like a huge deal but are feeling less so in light of our current situation (still hate Boris though…). However, regardless of our differences, at 8pm tonight the entire country joined together to celebrate our fantastic healthcare workers. The jewel in our crown that is the NHS. (Of course, many of those who applauded voted for Boris who’s been cutting NHS funding for years but I digress.)
Clapping isn’t really a good enough gesture considering all the NHS does, all it stands for, but it does offer a little spark in the gloom. A little hope that when we need to we can set aside our differences and stand together. Perhaps that’s what we’ll take away from this pandemic. A dark year followed by a gleaming future of bridges not walls. Understanding not hate.
“How could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”Samwise Gamgee (of course!)
Anyway, I’m off to sleep now. Cheesy lockdown thoughts over. Stay safe, friends!