Life After Disease
Imagine being amidst a universal pandemic. A disease which in the meantime, has changed life distinctively. The general public believed the pandemic may perhaps last a few weeks. But the unexpected happened. This imminent virus ended up lasting a year and it’s still persistent. It was faced with the public which already had severe underlying issues, and it ruthlessly manipulated them. Incurable ills went untreated for years, such as an inflated legislative elite, a rigid bureaucracy, a heartless financial system, a fragmented and distracted public.
We learn that living with these auguries is excruciating. The higher regime lacked understanding in science. The public unwillingly had lived in a new typical standard. Americans wake up every dawning in the relentless days in March, just again finding themselves as residents in a failed state. Families, academies, and businesses were left determining whether ceasing all activities as an alternative and taking refuge required a civil timetable, needing any articulated guidance at all. When it was learned that test sets, masks, PPE and breathing machines were in desperately limited supply, executives begged, which stalled, then began with a private agency that failed in delivering.
The public suffered making changes in the future. The pandemic has affected the public in different ways. Even myself. I’ve taken the extra safety measures because I live with my grandma, a high risk elderly individual. Luckily my family and myself haven’t caught the disease. Life wasn’t the typical life I knew. Life is currently in a heightening curve. Big disasters shake humans away via their curves endlessly.
