Billions of Minds, One Worry

A journal-like leap into the thoughts of a never before today

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Staff writer, Aya Kasim, setting up her new classroom with a view.

Aya Kasim, Staff Writer

It is so mind-boggling to see the world, its routines and day-to-day procedures, so quickly abandoned. There were many things I thought were unstoppable, unquestionable in their nature: the force that pushes people out the door, the distinct one-week length of Spring Break, and the constant supply of eggs in super markets.

But as I write this article, well into the third week of Spring Break, at home, and eggless, I cannot help, but think of this as a wake up call. Everything, all that seems so certain and so exaggeratedly associated with the beginning of time ( “People have been going out and having fun since the beginning of time.” “This event has been going on since the beginning of time.” “More than ten people have been allowed in one store since the beginning of time.”), is never too determined. Anything is possible. All mountains are movable, because all mountains–or at least the figurative ones–are man-made. Life does not have to be the way it is; it is what it is because we chose it to be. 

At this point, more than 100,000 cases of Coronavirus have been reported in the United States. A few weeks ago, this was an issue taking place thousands of miles away. Now, it plagues home. Social Distancing and self-isolation, seem to have become the odd norm. 

This week, we, like many other schools in the nation, began online instruction. For the past two years up until just recently, my mother was earning a degree online. I remember several instances of me saying, “Oh, I could never do online school. I definitely prefer a physical classroom over a computer.” Now, I do not have a choice. But, honestly, it is not that bad. In fact, it seems like I have more time on my hands-an upside.

Truly, I believe there are several upsides to our situation. For one thing, people have been given the chance to focus on their passions. Many more things are being created than before. A modern renaissance. Art, like always, is rising above the chaos. 

With so many people staying home, pollution has also decreased. The water in Venciatian canals have begun to clear and carbon dioxide emissions have plummeted.

But, one thing has also plummeted: our economy–or so I am told. As a minor, I have not felt the effects, but The New York Times updates daily on the state of the stock market, so I take it that things are bad. 

But, everything will be okay! As long as we keep taking purposeful steps in the right direction, this will pass. Nothing lasts forever. Though this will go down in history and its effects will be felt for years, it will eventually only be a footnote in the expanse of all things. Some youth of many tomorrows will one day say, “Oh, I bet it wasn’t that bad!” I find hope in that, even though now, this is our reality and not one small detail in a textbook.

This is on everyone’s mind. We usually consider ourselves very different, thinking, “Well, someone in South Korea can’t possibly be worried about the same things as me!” It is traditionally age, culture, beliefs, and distance that separate us, but right now, that does not matter. This is a global pandemic and thus one global thought, issue, and worry. Though the most we can do to help is to be alone, we are alone together. 

Everyone in their homes are in their own homes together. In previous disasters, you were asked to lend a hand, but now you are begged to wash them. So please, do what you can in tough times like today and keep looking forward. And, don’t forget to create. Make something of today that you can cherish tomorrow.