My nature always makes me think ahead. What happens after…?
It doesn’t matter the situation, issue, or event. My mind always goes past the “what now” to the “what’s next.”
It’s just me. I think it points to my eternal optimism–that we WILL get past this. Life goes on and I plan to be a part of that.
But the question, “What’s next?” always leaves me with a gnawing sense of doom. Despair. Pessimism.
“What’s next?” leads to “What thing will come along that’s equally bad or even worse?”
And that’s where I am today. What’s worse than millions infected with a highly contagious and deadly virus (in our current situation–COVID-19)? An economy–indeed, a society–that is in literal shutdown? People in fear of human contact. Will we ever go outside again?
Will life ever be the same? And if it is, will it lead to yet another calamity like this one?
It’s almost like I’m so optimistic that we’ll make it through this (as a species) that we’ll have to endure yet another horrible yet finite situation, where death and destruction and financial ruin becomes a normal way of life.
Or perhaps, that’s always been the case?