What happens to The Love That Grew from the COVID?
Does it continue to thrive as people walk around it and nurture it with continued acts of kindness?
Does it get trampled on when people go back to their normal routines?
Bear with me for a moment as I attempt to compare COVID-19 to Concrete before I dissect 2Pac’s words and Nikki’s beautiful interpretation of them.
During this required social distancing phase of the fight against COVID-19, we have had unprecedented opportunities to grow deeper in love with our spouses, children, parents, and extended family. We have witnessed heroic efforts from health care professionals and first responders. We have also witnessed the ugly face of racism here in the states and around the world against people of African descent. African immigrants are being mistreated in China where officials have warned citizens to be fearful of foreigners. Sons of African descendants have been hunted by “Black fearing” citizens or over-aggressive law enforcement officers. We have also witnessed the disparity of a blind disease that attacks the venerable elderly or people with pre-existing health conditions like diabetes, heart disease, and hypertension. COVID-19 represents the challenge that we all must face, but like concrete, it can either provide a pathway to a new destination or a barrier that is designed to prevent overgrowth.
The Rose that grew out of the COVID represents “Love”. Love, like the Rose, is a thing of beauty and can be both delicate and dangerous. The thorns are there to protect roses from animals that are attracted to their fragrant smells. The Rose has always served as a symbol of one’s love for another person.
The Love that grew out of the COVID.
You try to plan something during COVID.
Know what I mean?
If it goes through, and the plans get changed and the original plans had to change and did not achieve the same effect, you’re not going to say. “Damn look at how our plans got f..cked up.”
You going to be like. “Damn, we still had fun despite the COVID.”.
Know what I mean?
I have grown from the experience of being isolated with my family and forced to reframe from embracing friends or shaking my neighbor’s hand.
Instead of saying, “Damn, COVID killed these many blacks and these many whites.” We will look back and say, “Damn, we came through all of that longing for human touch.”
Know what I mean?
All the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty COVID pandemic, we are just trying to make it through.
What will happen to The Love that Grows Out of COVID?
