This latest pandemic has exposed human truths. Not my truth, your truth, just an absolute verifiable truth. Truth about discrimination, inequality, ignorance, arrogance, selfishness, and short term vested interests from individuals, societies, and nations. In 18 months, a blinding microscopic light has unveiled it all.
The destruction to relationships on every level is not really that surprising. Neither is the embarrassing truth that a golden opportunity for humans to get over our collective ego has been squandered, trampled, and ultimately wasted.
Connections that survived have faced a period of inner outer examination and reflection.
Bali has not escaped the avalanche of agony that this pandemic has inflicted, even though there was a period in 2020 when many believed the Island had some magical immunity. Their self-assured hubris was severely shaken when the Delta strain literally spiked that mystical bubble. What resulted was an explosive terrifying reality.
Relationships have and continue to be infected with the same pain that is being observed worldwide. The marketed myth that Balinese are, within their unique cultural context, somehow special or free from the reality of this global disease is insulting. They hurt the same as the rest.
There will be much to reflect on when we collectively attempt to put some semblance of order into our future lives. There will be reunions and remembrances and grief will shadow our tentative steps as we rejoin our broken bits.
For many the pandemic cycle has already turned, and they have moved on. For many more the circle has closed, they are statistics, numbered victims of this crushing event. And there are those who against all odds have maintained and strengthened distant relationships while awaiting their reconnection.
When a future restoration of our lives happens, it can only be hoped that what was old strong and stable in our past relationships will move new easily and peacefully into our together futures.