I'm sitting in my home, isolated from social interactions, trying to figure out what is happening...and why. I often say it is best to tell me something rather than to leave it to my imagination. I will, being human as I am, creative some narrative that may or may not be accurate. But I also resist speculating any more. Whether I'm right or I'm wrong, it doesn't matter in the end. Some things just are what they are, with no rhyme, no reason.
So here I am wondering about this pandemic and how it got started and why we weren't ready for it and a myriad of other castings about for a reason why this happened. The only thing I can come up with is that what is going on with our world right now it happening for a reason. Perhaps we will find out. Perhaps not. But the bottom line is, it is happening and we are going to be forever changed by it...probably, if we are smart.
That makes me think that maybe the reason an opportunistic virus such as this one spread. It was time. We were ripe. The world, as it was, was headed for the proverbial "hell in a hand basket." One way or another, we were gonna have to do something to save ourselves. And this is our chance.
For many years I was uncomfortable shaking hands. I finally became able to offer my hand freely. And hugging, well I took to that like that duck into water. But now that may be something we cannot do for a very long time...maybe forever. Going with human touch will be quite an adjustment, but perhaps it was where we were headed anyway as things like social media and virtual reality made actual human interaction less and less the norm. So here we are.
So is there always a reason? Yes and no. And that's the rub. For every reason there's a question, a challenge. And to say something just are, is deeply unsatisfactory. So I will continue to meditate, noodle, ponder and wonder about all this, the reason being, there is always an answer. And if we are lucky, we find it before our time has passed.