The Covid-19 has changed our perception towards everything used to take things for granted. We are compelled to pause from our routine activities and confine ourselves in isolation. In these trying times, mankind is surrounded by apprehension and distress. This lockdown has been a learning phase for everyone. Hence, it is pivotal to introspect and mull over the lessons lockdown taught us.
The first and foremost lesson is patience. Humans are clinging on to the silver lining of the invention of vaccines and a decrease in mortality rates. There used to be a time when people would get frustrated eve at the pettiest issues. This endowed patience will help them cope up with even direr issues. The second issue is the environment and sustainability. When humans were encaged in their homes and factory stopped releasing effluents, nature healed. Flora, fauna, and tourist destinations can rejuvenate. We failed to realize that we are not entitled to the beauty of nature, nor do we own it. We are now more sensitized towards climate adversities. The third lesson is about changing gender roles. The patriarchal society is gradually diminishing. Doing dishes or cooking meals is now a shared responsibility of the male and female. The fourth lesson is reverence towards our domestic helpers. We are compelled to perform domestic chores by ourselves to minimize contact with the outside world. Essential workers and small shop owners are the worst during this pandemic. Statistics show that the majority of them were underpaid or not paid at all. Due to upsurge in unemployment level, many labors and domestic workers had to return to their villages to engage in petty work. This pandemic taught us the need and dependence on our essential workers. The deprivation we felt at not being able to meet our relatives, made us realize the warmth of love. Moreover, those living with their families could spend time with them and also appease mental issues and anxiety.
On a positive side, people could revive their latent talents. From baking cakes to preparing Dalgona coffee, social media was inundated with different delicacies enjoyed with family members.
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