I remember a time when people thought kindness was a good thing. A time when people had the headspace to reflect. A time when people cared about those that care for us. A time when people thanked staff at their local supermarket. A time when people realised that they could make do with less. A time when you could go for a walk in a quiet and civil atmosphere. A time when there were positive stories on the news to offset the reality of life during war time. A time when headlines were about a 99 year old man performing an act of great humility. A time when we all clapped and cheered for the NHS. A time when we valued what we didn't have.
Yes, I'm talking about the first half of the lockdown.
Now it seems that anger is back in fashion, anger at the expense of appreciation. Rioting? yes that's back on the agenda. We have that Pre-Covid trend, stabbing, returning. Appreciation of those that help? clearly that's gone out the window as we see tons and tons of litter left for others to clear up from Bournemouth to Anfield.
Maybe people in general are just horrible. Maybe the early days of lockdown scared people in a way that made them nicer. Maybe the real British public don't care about anything other than themselves and woe betide anyone who tries to stop them gathering illegally, taking drugs, stealing, stabbing, fighting, begging, being anti-social, not giving a shit.
Of course when discussing the lockdown it is vital to remember all those that have passed and the families that they have left behind. This is the true cost, but we had an opportunity to be better as a nation, to be kinder and care more, to actually give a shit
It seems that not only have we lost lives but we've lost the chance of a brave new world.
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