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It’s almost impossible to stay optimistic when you look at the state of covid treatment - generally speaking. It’s becoming harder and harder to get new vaccination shots where I live, masks are getting more expensive, and even if you manage to get a mask and a shot, people will treat you like you’re infectious when you walk into any place with a mask on. It’s disturbing how quickly the covid denial swept through all branches of society.
Please don’t give up hope yet, though I know it’s hard, I’m sure there’s some sort of silver lining at the end of the tunnel
I feel compelled to push back wherever I see complacency about all of this madness, but I can feel it taking its toll. It was Sankara who said we don’t get the luxury of being tired of explaining…but I am very, very tired.
Maybe we shouldn’t treat tiredness as a luxury. I mean, I get what Sankara was saying, but it’s not like you can stay up on your feet forever. We all need breaks, so becoming and being tired is a foregone conclusion. Maybe what we need is shifts in explaining. You can’t do it all on your own, you know?