31 December

I didn’t hate 2020. I hated so many lives lost and being at risk, but I enjoyed lifestyles being openly challenged by actual life. Life isn’t endless holidays, shopping, partying, travelling and good times. Life isn’t a lifestyle. Since the Second Word War we’ve had peace and prosperity mostly, and I think our lives have become more shallow and superficial, hedonistic even. No appetite for the big questions that built our civilisations, just the search for entertainment, distraction and eternal youth. We treat the world like a series of travel destinations. The pandemic stopped all of that. And I’m grateful to it for that. I won’t even say Happy New Year, because we seem kinda addicted to happy. I hope for lives that are more complex and make us wonder more, as a result of 2020, not just happiness.