Nothing

Nothing had changed. Absolutely nothing. Sure, the air was cleaner and the people happy to be out once more. But everything else was exactly as it was before. Almost as if those two months of total isolation had never been. My friends still wanted to party and drink life away. People still polluted massively. Social injustice was stronger than ever. Nothing had changed.

I had hoped, so much hope, that an international crisis might allow us to put our society into perspective. But no, we still put economy before health, the rich before the poor, ourselves before others. Had this taught us nothing? Hadn’t it proved that money or fame couldn’t keep us safe?

Perhaps it taught me that we couldn't make a change. If this crisis couldn’t change humanity for the better, then nothing could. I watched the water flow at my feet, thinking about how nature was so beautiful if you took the time to look at it. But who had time anymore? The world spun back into its endless circle of money and consumption, where nature doesn’t have a place.

I had left the sweet shelter of my home, fantasising about change, only took walk out into a world that was exactly the same.